golden warmth

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shimmering light streams through the windows
beautiful yellow it flows as it comes and goes
golden warmth that fills the room until it glows
while illuminating my skin and casting shadows

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I love light. And I hate darkness. My brothers and sisters tease me about being afraid of the dark, but that isn't it. I just hate how it feels, as if it's physical, as if it's wrapping around me like a blanket and suffocating me...I guess it's along the lines of claustrophobia. Though, phobia is anxiety disorder, and a synonym for anxiety is angst, and a synonym for angst is fear, so...um, yes. That brings us back to fear.
Alright, so I'm a little afraid of the dark.

But every morning, the sunrise filters through my bedroom blinds (if they're open, and if the weather is sunny) and falls onto my bed, onto the bookshelf, onto the desk and onto the carpet, making everything bright. And our Siamese cat sunbathes, stretched out lazily on the floor, purring her heart out.
It's lovely.