Night

There is someone behind me. I know it. I try hard to not look over my shoulder and keep waking. Silently, silently walking. Then I stop. There is also someone around the corner. And inside that doorway. That dark, dark doorway. There is no telling what bad things might be in that room. I take a deep breath and try not to think about it. They are all around me, shrouded in the darkness. I reach around the corner and turn on the light. No one.

I am afraid of the dark. I always have been. I far less afraid now than I was. But I still am afraid of it, or rather all the things that I fear may be in it. It's weird, I know the things I am afraid of don't exist, and if they did/do, they wouldn't be here. But I still get frightened.

It's broad daylight right now. And that is making this post rather hard to right. See, I really don't think about the dark until it is nighttime. Right now, I am wondering if I actually am afraid of the dark. I mean, I know I am. It is just seems odd when it is so light.

At night when I am lying in bed, everything is so different than it is during the day. If you turn on the lights, yes, it is all the same stuff that is always there. But it the dark, you can't tell what is there and what isn't. It seems like in the dark, all the sad things gather. Maybe it is just me, but I have an extremely hard time thinking of happy things at night. Maybe it is just that I am tired, but I know the dark doesn't help any.

Sometime, if I ever had access to a computer at night, I could do a very good post on being afraid of the dark, but until then, this will have to do.

Julie