Night windows

Hey, call me crazy, it's okay. Maybe it's an over-active
imagination; I do write.

I have this "thing". I have to do this "thing" before it's fully dark
or I could really manage to scare myself blind.

When I see dark descending I must go from window to window in my house,
on every floor, and make sure blinds are down and curtains drawn. This
has to be done before dark. If I forget and have to do it after dark,
oh lordylordy, what a complicated, intricate, overly-cautious procedure
I have to undertake. It involves the turning off and on of certain
lights at certain times in certain rooms and slithering against walls
and crawling in shadows.

For you see, I am afraid of what I see when I look out a window into
the dark night. I always, always expect to see that horrible road kill
face squashed up against a window begging for my help or a sinister
shadow figure against a far white building looking in at me. If it's
not a first floor it might be a floating vampire scratching to get in
or someone who has crawled up a ladder to hide upstairs to come out
when i'm sleeping.

So to avoid the added pressure to my heart and extra visits to the
shrink I pull my shades and close my curtains. Then whatever wants to
hang out on the other side of my window can have a blast and I don't
know about it. Many has been the time when I have walked by a window
with shades up and sworn i saw the road kill face. I never look
straight at it; that would be acknowledging it. I scurry back to the
safety of my living room and a sitcom asking hubby to please go pull
the shade and curtains. I never warn him of what I saw at the window
and one of these times he may not come back. Then again this has been
happening for years and not one road kill face has got him yet.

I also believe in the eight inch warriors with tiny spears who live
under my bed (which is why I never sleep with a body part hanging over
the bed) and the very, very thin man who can fit behind an open shower
curtain.

Such is my world!