Safe in distress.

I'm reminded of a time when I was a child. I feared whatever followed me as a walked down to my room at night. The hall was dark, the switch for the light at the entrance, far from my room. I stepped fast, but I did not run. If I ran, surely it would seize me then. But I did not linger too long, and I did not look back. For looking back, seeing the monster there would send me into shock, confirming my deepest fears. As long as I did not see him, he did not exist. As long as I did not run from him, he did not attack. As long as I was captivated by fear, I was safe.