these nights

That stupid little green light still methodically blinks on the little white tv I got for Christmas in 2001.
Seven years.
That's a long time.
It reflects off the mirror hanging on our door from its perch atop one of the wardrobes in our dorm room; that means I see it twice. I hate that light. I can't help watching it though as I lay in my bed.
Lindsay tells me I wouldn't see it if I closed my eyes. Makes sense.
I don't think it serves any purpose; that stupid light.
When I was twelve I used to try and time opening my eyes for the couple seconds it wasn't lit. I got pretty good. After a good ten blinks though, my timing would lag and I'd catch a glimpse of green. In frustration I'd turn away and squeeze my eyes shut.
I find myself playing the same game these nights.
Lindsay tells me I should tape a piece of dark paper over it if I won't close my eyes.
I don't though.
I think subconsciously I don't want to lose the little green light. As much as I hate it, that little blinking light has been tormenting me since 2001.
Seven years.
That's a long time.
At least its consistent. A little bit of stability in a new life of change.