Dim Light

 I walked down the stairs in the middle of the night,

Each of the fifteen steps counted in my head.

I've come to memorize each path to the kitchen and back,

Only ever tripping over objects being misplaced from their normal spot.

As I place my hand upon the brick wall that separates the den from the dining room,

The dim lights left on greet me with snacks to behold,

And my eyes adjust to the bright bulbs I flicker on.

I grab a bowl and fill it full with all I can muster,

Then the lights return to darkness once more.

I sneak up the stairs in the middle of the night,

Each of the fifteen steps climbed without sight.