Can you see the hands reaching out in the above photo? As a hospitalized four-year-old, I often extended my hands beyond the bed rails late at night, imagining I could touch my parents. Truth be told, I repeated this nightly imagining a decade later when I returned to the hospital of my youth for a spinal fusion of T-1 through L-1.
Pain made darkness feel like layers of heavy quilts, an apt comparison to the 60+ pounds of plaster of Paris that cocooned me from July, 1960 to May, 1961. I have no personal photos, but this google image may help you visualize.
If the image were larger, you’d see the “halo” that surrounded my head, and understand why I cannot tolerate anything from heavy blankets to tightly tucked in sheets! I am trapped; stealthy as ever, the darkness creeps in palpably.
I suspect you know such feelings — whether their origin stems from grief, pain, fear, abandonment, or other forms of suffering. The Bible conveys the visceral nature of darkness multiple times.