I grew up in a little village in the countryside. Small English villages are very dark in winter, and at nightime, because they don't have any street lamps. As a small child I was very frightened of the dark - once night fell it seemed to close in around me. I always had a little light on in my room when I slept.
When I went to stay with my Grandparents though, things were different. They lived in a city, and there were street lamps! I remember thinking that street lamps were the most marvellous invention. Their warm orange glow could keep me company all night. I lost that feeling of being abandoned to the night, which I always had in the village back home.
I still love street lamps today, and there is one outside our bedroom window. Many people, G included, find their light an irritation and a distraction from sleep, but I like it. When G is away, and I don't need to be considerate, I like to sleep with the curtains open so that the orange glow fills the room.