Opening Lights

I am careful to chew with my mouth closed, but sometimes unswallowed food temporarily hidden in the nooks of my mouth catapult themselves into the outside. It’s gross. I find it gross. Luckily this has only ever happened to me when I was alone.

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That was not really a habit. Don’t think disgusting. Think human.

I am scared of walking into dark rooms, but even more scared of opening lights and the time in between the dark and the light. That is why I always stretch my fingers and run into the room with my head whipped toward the hallway light before I touch- or slam- my palm into the switch. I’m not so scared anymore but I keep doing it. It’s as scary as I make it out to be. Little fears are interesting.

Day 12 of the Daily Post “Quirky”

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