she falls asleep without desires from her man, and awakes with a startling feel, seeing a dark swirl pulling from her chest, a big horror of unknown force converges within, she closes her eyes, opens her eyes, and finds her strength to open the room light, so that dark spirits can escape her…
daylight is our friend, and when night comes home, we must have electricity and have powerful will to stay in bright space so that evil thoughts evaporate, and that’s how we learn about positive energy and avoiding walking in woods after dusk.
Jingle Nozelar 
short fiction is fun to write and think about,
thanks for reading.
some old images from northwestern university
Nu residential colleges:
http://www.shepardrc.com/v/home
agree….lovely dark view.