that I am terrified of the dark. A (close to) twenty year-old woman (ha),

finds slumber in bright lights because she can never know

what might be hidden in

corners.

(creepy crawlers and slimers)

Let us not question the depth of a room when it is left unlit.

And so, I always fall asleep with the lights on,

until a man comes into my room and switches them off,

lies down.

His bare body,

my favorite source of heat.

I turn and examine his face, a strong jaw line that I follow with my finger (stubble never makes the ride dull)

to his chin,

and move north to his lips. Until I resist all temptation to kiss him and wake him.

(I need to tell you

that I only fall in love in the dark.)