The Dark Matters

I was four maybe five years old. We were in my bedroom and it was during the day. It could have been before noon, around nine or ten in the morning. It could have been after twelve; around one or two in the afternoon. It was not dark out. That much I know for sure. In my memory it feels as though the day lay out before us. Things were still hazy, calm and peaceful but quiet. My money is on before twelve o’clock. I had no idea what was in store and I don’t recall much of what is stored in my m...