Alas, the house is quiet.
A woman whom can not be particularly described as "dainty" but aged by a trying life has succumbed to sleep within her corner of the bricked home.
The home's walls made of plaster start their creaking, accompanied by a soft roar sounding from the a/c that can never stay fixed for more than a few months at a time.
Darkness overtakes each room one by one until the home is one big shadow of black in itself.
Shadows dance along four walls covered in an ugly neutral green that yearns to haunt memories as long as one shall live.
They grow and grow as the night lingers on, taking on various forms until they retire for the rest of the night.  
The cold sends its piercing scent of metal to and fro, taking up as much oxygen as possible.
But, alas.
A faint blue makes its appearance through a 5 by 3 window in the north wall, expanding until it illuminates my cold room, snatching the evil shadows along with it.

When I’m alone in the dark I never feel lonely
Maybe it’s because in the night I can imagine a life without worries
A life where happiness exists
In the light comes reality
There’s no dreaming
No pretending
No hiding
It’s all the bland life that’ll continue to go on until it’s the past Until it becomes my childhood; Apart of who I am
But in the night I can imagine my life as a girl who actually was happy
who actually was wanted
who actually had a purpose  
In the night comes dreaming  
It is where we can live our dreams even when we aren’t there
But in the dark there is but one fear which remains
When will the light come, when will I have to snap back into reality
Many dread the feeling of coming back
But the night is always right around the corner welcoming us back as if we were best friends apart for many months                            
-Sanaa S.