It hurts.

This... this... thing, it fills the air like a poisonous gas, electric and dangerous, blinding and white.

It hurts.

Tears pool, my eyelids are sewed shut with the weight of this awful creature called light.

It hurts.

I grope at the walls like a blind man, fingers feeling for that naughty little switch.

Click.

I sigh with relief, my eyes pop open, comforted by the cool, damp air. My fists dent the little devil of a thing until it’s wrangled and broken, wires spilling out from the wall like a waterfall.

I sink back into the darkness, caressed by the familiar ignorance.