Nightlight

While she nodded off playing a pocket game on her smartphone, inky shadows seeped into the corners darkening the room

A heavy crocheted blanket kicked to the floor exposed her restless legs, leaving her vulnerable. Those unprotected legs now pinned to the bed by a sleeping cat snuggly nestled in the bowl made between her bent knees.

Her night vision left her practically blind, unable to discern shapes in the room. Flashing back to childhood traumas of unseen things lurking beneath her bed, she timorously turned on a small lamp on her nightstand.

What grown-ass woman needs a nightlight?

Inspiration: Vision

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I believe all good fiction includes an element of truth, and all good photography includes an element of fantasy. In this journal I hope to give voice to the stories swirling around in my head, and to capture the images I see through my camera’s lens.

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