Elevator: never again

It’s late, really late and I am writing this entry by the glow of my cellphone screen. The dryer is on its last 10mins, Zeus is dreaming while gently scratching at the floor with his paws, Kevin snores quietly beside me and I am dreading the moment my timed patio lights go out because I did something stupid this evening… I started watching a true crime series on Netflix about an unsolved, disturbing death of a young woman in a horrible hotel. There was one more 55min episode left but - SHIT! The lights have gone out!! - I’m freaking out! Kevin knows I get this way, he suggested we watch something else before going to bed but I said something like ‘it’s ok, I’ll be fine’. I didn't know it then but I obviously am not fine. It’s 1:28am and the darkness is suffocating me. I will reread this in the morning and come to the realization that I am, without a doubt, an 8 year old girl in a 35 year old’s body. Time to slip out of bed and go turn on all the lights, put on a Disney movie and possibly sleep on the couch tonight. if I’m lucky, I won’t wake Kevin and I won’t have to admit to being a big fat chicken.