Light

My little secret

I was born deaf. It never really bothered me anyway. I could always just focus on whatever I wanted to do, without distractions. My friends would often write to me about stuff they heard on videos on the internet, so I could "hear it with them". Whenever I had the time for it, I locked myself in my room and closed my window, so no light could enter the place. It felt amazing to just bathe in the complete silence, only disturbed when one of my parents opened the door to call me for lunch or dinner. But then I moved away, to another house, in another city, in another country. That was also my first time living alone. Without my friends or family at home to help me with sounds I didn't hear, I developed a constant need for all the lights in the house to be on so I could navigate safely in my own home. Not because I was afraid of the dark, oh no.
But because I had no clue about who or what was turning the lights off every time I left a room.