i hate the dark.

Growing up I never like being left in the dark. I remember how every time I went to sleep I would always ask my father to keep the light on. He used to keep the lights on and come back to switch them of an hour or so when I had become so deep in my dreaming I couldn’t hear a thing. This was my greatest fear of being left alone in a dark place.
I had always been comforted by the light, always enjoying my day times more than the night times because that’s when all the monster would come and have their way. I remember the day I found out what deceit was. It all emanated from my fear of the darkness, surely they have a scientific name for it but I rather stick to the less tongue-twisting stuff. I was fast asleep in my room the light bright and warm, I could feel it touch my soft skin. It warmed me. Then in that light, I felt the darkness slowly devour me and my eyes jolt open, a reflex I guess. My father had come in this darkest of nights and did his daily routine of assuming my slumber he had turned the light off. I remember hugging myself tightly and making a mess of the bed so that the monsters wouldn’t see me, Till this day its a nasty habit. The following morning I acquainted myself with my pet cat, I don’t remember his name because they were many after it, I started hiding him under my bed before my bedtime usually luring him with a treating. I was already becoming distinctively human than I thought at that time I could be. I would go to sleep and call him on my bed and he always knew where to place himself right above my head, so that I could hear his purring or those rumbling sounds cats made. I would defiantly get a good night’s sleep and wake up the next day to enjoy the sun and light.
Till now I look back and laugh I still hate the dark but not the literal dark my metaphorical darkness. The darkness of emotions, thoughts, and action, this darkness that seems to not just have monsters but bloodthirsty spectators. I hate this darkness so much and the worst part is as I have grown I haven’t had my father or the cat that acted as my guide of a pillar if I can call it. That’s why I never wonder to far out of my light because the ones that wandered too far into the woods never came back or discovered new things. Hence bring me to the beginning of my blog a look into what we fear, we see, we speak of and refuse to fix but find the alternative easy called the easier way.