afraid of the dark...

OK. So I’m not really afraid of the dark, I just have this phobia of being alone…at night…in the dark. When John told me that he was going to be going out of town, I was really proud of myself for not making a big deal out of it…in fact; I was actually kind of excited for the challenge of facing my fears on my own. (Side note: last time John went away for a few days, I insisted on flying home to stay with my family, and that’s exactly what I did!) So last night was really the first night that I had ever been alone the entire night through…and let me tell you, it was quite an experience. I put Ruby down at about 8:30 and then I stayed up for another couple of hours just watching TV and playing around on the computer until I got super tired. I thought, “Oh this is great, I’ll just slip right into bed and drift peacefully off to sleep”…wrong. I turned off the TV, shut down the computer, and turned out all the lights…and that’s when the fun began. Everything was super quiet so occasionally I would hear a creak or a pop (you know how houses have their sounds?) and I Just started freaking myself out! My imagination was running wild as I thought of every possible creepy scenario that could happen to a girl, at home, alone, in the dark. After laying still in my bed, for what seemed like an eternity, I finally “drifted off to sleep”. When I woke up this morning I actually found last night’s events to be quite comical. Nonetheless, I’m not ready to face my fears again for awhile, and am really grateful that John gets home tonight!