A tiny flash of light! Did I really see it as I walked by the vanity on the way to the bathroom in the middle of the night?
I came back, and from that angle, yes! I saw a speck of bright light in the darkness. It came from the side of my fanny pack purse. Shocked, I picked up the purse and retreated back to the bathroom so I could turn on that light without awakening my husband.
The culprit was the very small flashlight I carried in the zippered side pocket. When I removed it from the purse it lit up the entire bathroom.
Aaaaaaack. How long had it been on? I fumbled with the miniature trouble-maker’s switch and got it turned off.
In the morning my husband tested the tiny battery and it had a high reading; it would be good for a long time. He was surprised, too.
Sometimes in the dark we can’t see anything, but there are glow-in-the-dark objects, the barest of light coming through the curtains at the window, the faint bluish night light in the hallway. Only once had I experienced total darkness, and that was during a guided tour of the Carlsbad Caverns, an experience of unforgettable, momentary shock.