perspectives

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 walk stalk and your bright green eyes glowing softly in the darkness. Night vision. Hunger.

Then I stood in a puddle.