It is one of the things that I fear would take place whenever there is no one else at home. Yeah, besides being knocked unconscious on the back of my head by an unknown assailant, and returning to an empty house because thieves had carted away almost everything in sight.
A power failure. At night.
I know I am afraid of the dark; I just did not know how ‘bad’ this presumably mild case of phobia is. Yesterday’s blackout was the most intense and grueling one I have ever had to go through, for no reason other than the fact that I had no one else but myself to turn to.
Perhaps I should have been fascinated by the inky blackness of the whole house, which was enveloped in absolute darkness then. Instead, I gradually succumbed to the foe – the foe that was my own sorry self.
Yes, my mind was my worst enemy – I was conjuring all sorts of murky pictures in my head, imagining things that were not there, greeting with immense suspicion every sound that reached my ears. Sitting at the edge of the sofa with (increasingly) decreased visibility, the only lights that came were from passing cars, throwing sinister shadows on the walls. Unidentified cracks and sudden snaps in the air made me jump.
Plus, you know the drill: the more you wish for something, the more it eludes you. The power supply seemed to be taking its own sweet time to turn on the lights again.
I could not stand it anymore, so… I seeked refuge in my car. Thankfully, the moon kept me company for a while, and the mosquitos mercifully chose not to feast on me. Things appeared brighter and somewhat friendlier outside. In fact, I even contemplated spending the night in the car, but the thought of going to work the next day with a sore neck and aching body deterred me from doing so:-
“You look awful today. Whatever happened to you?”
“Yeah, I slept in the car.”
“Why, you got kicked out of the house?”
“No, I was, er, afraid of the dark. Power failure, you see.”
“... Oh.” Snicker.
Why would anyone want to sleep in a car anyway, when you have the comfort of your own bed, in your own room?
But you know, heading back into the house was the hardest thing I had to do during the four-hour ordeal. I could do without the extra anxiety and undue stress, really. Sigh.