One thing that I just don't understand or like is that children want their doors open, a little or a lot. I lay in bed with my door closed, and think about how nice it is to keep everything else out. How nice it is, not to be able to see anything. How wonderful it is to be in my own little enclave of darkness. I always want to close the doors of those paranoid little children's room and say, "I am keeping the monsters out for you." Because that is, essentially, what I would be doing.

And now, I lay in bed, and I think, "I hate it when they turn the light on in the hall." Because they forget to turn it off. Even when my door is closed, and I'm having my secret Margo-life where I smoke and spray perfume around, I can still see that light with my eyes closed, and it bothers me. I wish they would leave the monsters in the dark.