light.
Description
my restless nights got him to become my source of light.
Foreword
I am afraid of something; I'm afraid of being alone in the darkness. So when I wake up in the middle of the night, I either stay up the rest of the night or run to somebody else's room as quick as possible.
These days, however, I more often fear in my own bed to the point I don't step into other people's bedrooms anymore.
(the story is a lot less serious than my description and foreword make it seem LOL)
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