Andrew vs The Demons: Week 4 Pleasant Darkness

In the winter my friend was here. He was here while I had my breakfast and my morning coffee and would go on his way at sunrise. Sometimes he'd arrive before I'd had my dinner. Always he was present during my evening activities.  These days though I hardly see him. Some nights I'm asleep before he shows. Some mornings he has gone again before I've even completely awaken. Why should it be so? It ought to be the opposite but it is not. The long(er) days of spring and summer ought to bring comfort for a diurnal creature. Instead the days bring anxiety and apprehension. The days bring a sinking feeling that I've started late and will finish early. I miss my friend. I miss The Darkness.