In the darkness of my room I search with a small flashlight. The small beam reminds me of the spotlights in the big city that pierce the night sky. I imagine, for a second, that my flashlight is a spotlight searching through the darkness of my room for some hidden truth. Toys come to life as the light flashes upon them, briefly, before I move the light to another space in my room. Outside a thunderstorm lights up the night sky with the occasional burst of lightning, the small beam from my flashlight vanishes whenever the sky lights up. I can hear my mom in the other room as she laughs at “Night Court”. The light coming from the rest of the house flickers and then all but my flashlight goes black. I can hear my mom begin to yell for me as though I would be lost in the dark. She comes into my room with a flashlight that is larger than the one I am using to look around my room. “Are you ok?” I look at her for a moment: the light pointing at me, blinding me for a moment, b...
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