This is from the other day.
I hope you don't mind. (:
I am afraid of the dark.
Sitting quietly, I am attempting to ignore the creeking of the floor in some distant room and the sound of an object tumbling to the floor. Everything is throwing shadows in the twilight of the night. My eyes are in constant motion, looking this way and that for monsters. My mind is moving even faster--mentally preparing myself for the site of something creepy. Flickering a warm, hazy yellow, my two hazelnut candles provide ample light for me to write by. All other light is quickly fading. My eyes, stinging from the fluttering motion of the flames, are slowly adjusting to this dim prospect.
I am so tired; so very tired. The heat that has creeped through the cracks of this ole' house has robbed me of my energy. My mouth yearns for that which I cannot have. A glass of water becomes precious. The thought of electricity is embraced and hoped for. I wait in eager anticipation for the sound of our power returning. The sight of one lightbulb making its triumphant return to being of use would hold me over for a while.
Two and a half hours and counting. A tree has fallen on a power line and thus, left us with zero power.
Everybody heave...
I would like a little light and not so much darkness.
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