The light from my window wakes me. Sunlight.
I never want the sun to come up, but...
If it doesn't I'll be afraid. I don't want the sun...
But I am afraid of not having it.
It shines on me, burning almost... but at night, I fear for my life.
I close out the sun with heavy curtains, but knowing that I can open them again and it's still there...
comforts me.
At night, I still sleep with lights.
I'm afraid of opening my eyes and seeing nothing...
Nothing but the cold, emotionless darkness
Surrounding me, choking me it seems, even though I know I can breathe...
Even though, I prefer the darkness...
I always want the light to be there...
In case it gets too dark...
And I get scared again...