We have a lot of fears. Some make sense; others, not so much. This latter type will be featured once monthly until we run out of material, at which point, we might begin accepting the fears of our readers. 

Even though the moment after the sun goes down, I draw my curtains closed, the fears persist. Are my curtains thick enough? Can people somehow see right through them for some reason? Do the people on the street even look up, or is it only my neighbors watching?

My window frames my entire room, so I can only imagine that I’m giving all of those ghostly faces a show. Before bed I do yoga, dance around, drink lots of tea, and never wear pants.