I should have thanked the cracks more. In some place at some time, it glows. It wasn't always kind to me. Once, in the bathroom, the bulb burned out. And more than once, from the sun, I burned up.
Light makes a sacrifice of me- a burnt offering.
If I stayed out long enough, I would become one with the sun. When I was ten, I always slept with the light on. I would wake up at 5 in the morning when the sun broke through my blinds, turn it off, and lie back down. The electric bill went up, and I learned to live without it. Well, the killer, of course.