“Almost there,” he says.
I keep crawling on, happy to see the light getting brighter and brighter. I don’t fear the dark, but I am always more comfortable in the light, even if it is artificial.
It’s funny really; I actually prefer the duller light of candles or torches over the glaring brightness of electric lights. Even the gas lamps of the Victorian age were preferable, but it had become harder and harder to find anyone who used fire as a source of light. I hoped that the lights ahead were candles, but it was too steady to be anything but electricity.