I have a hard time falling asleep on a normal night. But when I'm home alone, it becomes a near impossibility. I worked eight hours today. I have to be up at 6:30 to go and work another eleven tomorrow. I am tired. I know I should sleep. Friggin' TV commercials for the "The Strangers" DVD. I wonder how many one night stands result from a fear of the dark?
I can't explain it. There is nothing rational about fear. If fear was rational it wouldn't be frightening. But somehow the empty spot I was starring at when I flicked the light switch suddenly, immediately, impossibly has the possibility of being occupied by a menacing figure once the lights are out.
I wish my dog were here.
Acts of Love
17 years ago

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