I turn and shuffles around in the darkness. I try my best not to wake Wormmon up, but I know it doesn't work as I sense his breathing change. I finally settle on my back, so I don't have to stare at the shadows across the room and I listen to the soothing sound of Wormmon's breathing. He's always been there for me, even when he didn't quite realize it. Even now he's still with me in his sleep and I'll never be thankful enough for that.
I hate the darkness. I once revelled in it, and now it makes me sick. I look in the shadows and it's like there are eyes staring back at me, waiting for a change, waiting for a moment of weakness. I can't stand it. I can'ts tand the darkness.
I'm glad mom let me keep that nightlight. I don't know if I could sleep at all without it.