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It's 2:52 in the morning. I laid down a couple hours ago to sleep and I woke up and couldn't fall back asleep. I also felt the compulsion to finish my laundry (because the two baskets that I've got done sitting on my floor aren't enough.) so I did that. Because every other human being is asleep, my brother was too. Surprise surprise, aktury. So no one was in the basement. So I'm turning off lights because god knows my brother doesn't think to and I turn off the last basement light and then it's all dark. Not even all dark, actually, but just mostly. I could see the light of his laptop in the other room, could look at the stairs and see the upstair's lamp. Except I still booked ass up the stairs with no regards for being quiet. I haven't felt a chill of being afraid of the dark in a long time, years I think.
I will never not be completely unafraid of the dark. Bummer.
Maybe I can sleep now.
I will never not be completely unafraid of the dark. Bummer.
Maybe I can sleep now.