“I hate the sun.
I hate how it makes me open my eyes. I would sooner sleep. Sometimes my head scares me when I sleep, but it’s not so bad.
At least it’s not real.
The sun forces me to go outside. I don’t like it outside.
Inside, I can pretend I’m just a shadow.
You can’t hurt a shadow. It’s impossible to touch them or hold them or make them cry. They don’t feel anything, not ever.
When it’s dark I can shut my eyes and the whole world dies around me.
And all the things that make me sad die too.
But then the sun wakes mr and all my fears are born again.
Most people will tell you they’re scared of the dark.
They don’t see it’s the light that gets us killed.”