The Darkness

Darkness We Can See When I was a baby girl, I knew something was creepy about shadows. I would watch them form in the car as my father drove at night passing street lights. Growing up, I hated the darkness. I hated sleeping without a light in my room. Whenever there was darkness, it made me feel like there was something in the dark watching me. My imagination would make me almost see little shapes and figures in the dark. I hate not being able to see and especially when a bad storm comes. When all of the lights go out, I can’t see the front of my hand. Growing up, I was alright with being in the dark as long as someone was in the same room with me. Whenever I was afraid, my mother taught me to pray. …..