When the lights dim everything is shadow cloaked. Cast again in shades of darkness we see charcoal smears instead of reality and the things around us appear to shift. The cupboard across the room grows into a monster, mouth wide and hanger teeth open to chew the world up while the sun is not watching. Those are the nights that require duvets to hide beneath until dawn brings itself to break and the light can keep the shadows at bay. Daily Prompt: Dim