An aversion to turning lights on in the morning which often results in an odd gloominess stretching through every corner of the house.
By way of sunlight there isn't much, and the darkness that engulfs the day percolates through windows, seeping past curtains, flowing seamlessly in a river of ink, sweeping across each room.
No shadows are cast until a light is switched on making interiors look like a part of history long forgotten.
A bit like those empty houses one sees in movies; thick with curtains, crepuscular in mood, unlived with somber tones of rayless darkness, oft haunted and mostly creaky.
There isn't much in the way of ghosts and creaks here, if you omit the silent screams and churning of veins that is.
The stillness that comes with morning dimness, as gloomy as it might look, can render the kind of solitude no sunshine can.
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