I'm only afraid of the dark the moment I wake up from a bad dream. I just did at it's only a quarter to one here. The night is completely black when there are no clouds in the sky, even the village a mile or so away looks like it's sleeping or even dead.
I don't remember what the dream was about but it feels as if had something to do with the past. A childhood memory maybe, the things I'm only now beginning to understand. When I was little I thought that everyone around me was honest and good, and I never processed the fact that maybe they weren't.
I'm going back to bed soon, I just need to stop my heart from racing. It only works when I think of the sun that's coming up tomorrow.