The warm, golden glow of the streetlight outside her bedroom window gave Marilou the illusion of security. It was a false sense of security, though. She knew that all it would take was for someone to come along and smash that glass, and then she would be vulnerable.
Still, the light was comforting, and Marilou appreciated it. It meant that she didn’t have to be afraid of the dark. It meant that she could sleep soundly, knowing that there was at least some protection from the outside world.
Even so, she always made sure to lock her door at night. Just in case.