I leave the light on while I sleep, for I have fair reason to fear the dark, along with all those things that go “bump” within it. All those beastly things – things without souls, bereft of emotion and bankrupt of regard.
I say beastly, but they do not always appear so, and therein lies the rub. They taunt and tease us with comfortable good looks, gaining our trust with their winning smiles and twinkling glares, all the while planning our demise, our pleas for mercy falling upon absent hearts, and we love them nonetheless, although in secret.
Yes, I have fair reason to fear the dark, along with all those things that go “bump” within it, for I have been their victim, their fodder, their fool. Therefore, I leave the light on when I sleep, my only wish being that I had done so while I was living.