Lost my mind, no one noticed...

It seemed a lamp died somewhere. That from the cool, damp air the light was suddenly, soundlessly subtracted. I was sitting on the verge of a dream. Had I been younger I would have been content to sleep there. And in that drowsy, comfortable state I had a strange, habitual feeling, that the sun would wake me gently. I indulged that feeling. I half closed my eyes. And waited.

Often afterward, I tried to remember those moments. Tried over and over to recall just what it was that began to disturb me, should have disturbed me. How, being off my guard, I was somehow insensible to the subtle changes which must have been taking place in my life. But deluded with larger concerns, I made no note of them as they were so clearly happening. A lamp gone out, a candle extinguished by the shiver of its own hot pool of wax. My eyes half shut, I had the sense then of impending darkness. And then I opened my eyes, not thinking of lamps or candles. And it was too late.