Twinkling lights

Twinkling lights reflected in her eyes, awaking to that dreadful thought of life. Waking up, to the same flickering lights in my eyes, to that cold empty space on your bed that once filled my void heart. Yet on the other hand, the joyfulness of color changing lights somehow sooth this pain. Other then that waking up to that at 3:00 in the morning, not so great. Even turning around to that nothingness, just to find those lights reflecting onto the wall beyond the darkness of my room.
"He used to always love Christmas lights." I murmured to myself, hugging that pillow only there for comfort. I sighed, as I stared at the flickering christmas lights on the wall. I looked blow those lights to the dark void of my room, remembering how empty my room really was.. without his stuff.. protecting yours.
"UGH" I roll over to the other side once more, back to that same twiddling christmas lights. As I continue to grumble,I throw all my pillows on top of me, attempting to barricade my head from these evil lights of memories. Now, all warm and alone..I lye there with my eyes closed.. with my thoughts to wonder about to a steady vivid dream to escape to my fantasy world where I control.. or a painful memory of christmas decorating. Even the thoughts of-
"Okay, thats enough." I grunt, throwing my arm into the air. I get out of bed, closing the shades, making my room dark at last. i sigh once more, and finally was able to back my dark void. To my wonderful dreams of power.