The light from the night rose down on the earth. Killing the darkness, and surrounding the light. Killing the darkness was a nightlights job, to protect those it feared. Nightlights reflected from grace to beauty as the light reflected off the light of the bedroom. Surrounding the sleepy girl, protecting her from the evils of hell. The nightlight came in many different colors. But red was mine. The red of the light kept warmth and free spirit inside its tiny owner, and to those who beheld it. It always seemed to put a smile on her tiny face, as it shone across my eyes. The tired bags under my eyes offend kept me from awakening, while the nightlight helped drown out the shouts from Mom and Dad's room.