There used to be a time when I couldn’t sleep in the dark. I had to leave the lights on, whether the source came from a bulb or the small hallway or the bathroom, anything as long as I wasn’t completely engulfed in darkness. My favourite method of falling asleep was watching TV and letting it run until I woke up the next morning, or my mom would come in my room and switch it off for me whenever I was back home. For a long time I couldn’t sleep in the dark, it made me seem small and lonely. For a long time I was afraid of ending up lonely. Not alone, lonely. There’s a difference.