A Walk In The Dark
Each night,
when the house folded into silence
and hallway lights clicked off,
a voice came to her.
Not loud.
Not frightening.
Just… waiting.
It lived somewhere between
the hum of the ceiling fan
and the shadows gathering
along her bedroom walls.
She couldn’t remember when it began,
only that it had always been there.
Come with me,
the voice whispered.
There is more to see.
She lay still beneath her blankets,
watching moonlight crawl across her posters,
pretending to sleep.
“No,” she whispered back.
“I don’t go into the dark.”
The voice never argued.
It simply returned
night after night,
patient as starlight.
Years passed in quiet refusals.
Then one night,
the darkness felt heavier,
thick with questions she could no longer ignore.
Come with me.
She sat up.
“Why do you keep asking?
I hate the dark.”
Silence listened.
“That’s when nightmares visit,” she said.
“When I can’t see what’s coming.”
For the first time,
the voice moved closer,
warm, gentle, almost smiling.
Then let me show you
how beautiful the dark can be.
Fear tugged one way,
curiosity the other.
“Okay,” she breathed.
Shadows lifted like mist,
forming a woman made of night itself.
The girl followed.
They stepped into a world
untouched by daylight,
water shimmering silver,
stars stitching wishes across the sky,
forests glowing softly
as if remembering the sun.
Fireflies lit caves like tiny lanterns.
Owls glided without sound.
Foxes danced awake.
Nothing feared the dark.
Something loosened inside her.
Each step lighter.
Each breath braver.
The dark was not empty.
It was alive.
“Who are you?” she asked.
Moonlight gathered around the figure
as though the night held its breath.
“Please,” the girl whispered.
“Show me.”
The shadow stepped into the light.
Before her stood
the most beautiful girl she had ever seen,
glowing, familiar, impossible,
and somehow safe.
Her heart recognized her
before her mind did.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
The sound of the alarm shattered the stars.
She woke in her bed,
sunlight replacing silver.
Had it been a dream?
She rose, feeling courage
she didn’t remember earning.
Crossing the room,
she caught movement in the mirror,
and froze.
There she was.
The same glow.
The same quiet power.
Not a stranger.
Not a guide.
She had never been led into darkness.
She had learned
to walk beside herself.
And for the first time,
the dark wasn’t something waiting to hurt her,
but a place
she finally knew how to see.
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