It was curious to think there had been a time in his life when he could lie awake at night, stare into a dark corner, and ponder the world without dread or loathing. Back then, he might dream up a new lesson plan, or contemplate the latest chapter he’d read in a novel, or puzzle out a new design for a kite. Now he wondered if the dark would ever be so friendly again, or if for the rest of his life, the witching hours would only invite all of his lurking sins.
