Goldilocks syndrome

I sleep in the dark like any normal adult and yet it seems that it can be too dark!

I have a choice of three bedrooms in this house.

If I sleep in the dollhouse bedroom with its Victorian furniture and grandmother clock, a little light seeps in from the street and I can see to get to the bathroom without any night light at all. I dream happy dreams all night long, which is much better than home.

If I sleep in the back bedroom where there is a desk I like to sit at to write or draw, it is full of cheerful pictures and stuffies, but darker than a black hole in the middle of the universe when I turn out the lights. There is a lovely little Spider man nightlight I discovered in the bathroom, but it still leaves the bedroom perilously dark. In spite of the fact that my eyes are closed, I have bad dreams just like home.

If I sleep in the big master bedroom I have to share with a very large snoring dog.

I thought I had three choices, but it turns out I do not.

The house has decided that I will sleep in the dollhouse bedroom it prepared for me. The other bedrooms are too dark, or too crowded.

This one is just right!