A Stranger Came to Town

I can’t remember exactly when the stranger showed up in my life, I only know that she is here. It is hard to describe her because every single time I try to look at her my vision becomes grayish and darkened. That used to scare me, but not anymore, I have become accustomed to it now.
            The rest of the family doesn’t seem to be bothered by her being here all the time either. They really act as if she doesn’t exist; I have become used to that as well! At first her comings and goings confused me because I never knew for sure when she would be lurking around some corner and leaned up against the wall. I was jumpy for quite a while around her.  
            At first she appeared to be stuck up, then I finally realized that she is mute…poor thing. Listening is her strong point, her best attribute, and she always listens to my problems, especially the ones that nobody else seems to have time for. As time passed I noticed a pattern in her comings and goings. She was afraid of the dark, always running to hide when night started to fall or I turned the lights off. I felt sorry for her about that because I love the dark; it is silky, soft, and comforting to me. The dark envelopes me completely while holding me tenderly somewhat akin to gossamer wings being wrapped around my soul. Maybe that is why I grew to love her so very much, remember, I told you that my vision turns grayish and darkened every time I look in her direction.
            As I have aged I came to the conclusion that she doesn’t just follow me, we are connected in a very special way. I am really glad to have her in my life now and I don’t think that I could go on without her. She is as much a part of me as I am of her. I miss her when she runs to hide and my world is all light and sunshine when she comes back out to be with me….

Have you guessed who my stranger is yet? Do you know? We all have one you know….