I was scared of the dark, as a kid. I'm still... conflicted about it at times. Not darkness, just what might be in it. Lurking. Waiting. Breathing.
When we were watching Tremors last week, I suggested to my four year old he stop imagining he's one of the frightened, jeopardised humans being hunted, and imagine instead that he's a hungry wormbeast, on the look out for dinner.
I have no idea why I never thought of that one before.
I was thinking about it again as I walked down our dark lane to get the bins. Why not stop thinking about shadows, and feel your sharp teeth, and growing claws, feel your muscles moving as you
Then I stood in a puddle.