Meaning in Breadcrumbs

Just a little light flickers in. Violently, it nudges me awake. I shut my eyes tighter. I put my hand over my face. I think, "No... just a little longer." The problem with light is that it makes its way in no matter how you try to shut it out. Laughter is contagious but the disease isn't funny. Violet, now transitioning to blue... soon all will be white. Blinding, burning... my hand over my face won't be enough to stop it. The night was loving comfort, soft and gentle in her embrace. I could have lived there for centuries. I could have stayed hidden in her depths and silent in her vacuum. You wouldn't allow it. So I fell to earth, and with this day I must accept that my love has run aground... and I have simply slid onto the gravel surface without the proper safety equipment.