Light
I can't see through the window. It's dark outside, and because of the light everything in the room is reflected back at me, and I am left with no knowledge of what is outside.
Maybe I should feel the danger in this situation, knowing that anyone could be out there waiting for me, ready to pounce. But if that is so, then let them come. I am ready.
I should feel afraid, maybe, but all I can think of is the darkness outside.
And that I have this light.