Heebie-Jeebies

When we go to bed, the ritual is like this, turn off the living room lights, turn on the downstairs hallway light, adjust the thermostat, turn on the stairway light, turn off the downstairs hallway light, go upstairs, turn on the upstairs hallway light, turn off the stairway light, turn on the bedroom light, turn off the upstairs hallway light. My husband usually is the one to do all that. No real reason why, that's just how things developed.

When my husband is away on business, I'm the one who has to perform the ritual. I would be sitting in the living room all night watching t.v., on the computer, or working on crafts. I am perfectly content and secure as can be, but as soon as I start turning off the lights, I get the heebie-jeebies. It makes no sense. The rest of the night, I'm fine. I am never completely in the dark. There is no crime wave going on. I am not in an isolated area. I lived by myself in an apartment for ten years and never once got the heebie-jeebies. What's up here? I don't know.

By the way, once I get into bed, I want it as dark as possible.