Yet the stark contrast has given me a feeling of unease. The dark has become my cover blanket ever since my new life here started just a few undefinable timeframes ago. I feel watched. But in the dark I also feel like I am able to be the watcher. I'm able to observe. Before I gathered the courage, no, the desperation, to come over here and take solace in my recognition of you, I sat in the other corner of the room peering over at the dim light illuminating your presence. I hoped and yet feared that others were also aware of you, waiting for one of us to give in and come out of hiding.
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If_only_I_were_real.
Short StoryEverything seems so simple in the most complicated of ways. At this hour the dark only contains monsters of your own creation yet you feel at peace with them. It is no longer only their home, you feel welcomed here too.
