I jumped onto the last train for the night and somehow or another it was past one in the morning by the time I got back to my beloved one room apartment.

Aahh I’m tired, I muttered to myself and opened the door. My room, which is usually and should have been dark, was faintly lit up.

I went to see why and the bathroom light was on.

These days I was so busy that things were kind of all over the place.

As work time increased sleep time decreased, and with the sadness of being alone there was no one to watch over me. In life and personal matters things just weren’t getting done.

I’d been leaving my phone behind, forgetting to close the gas valve, not remembering whether I’d locked the windows or not. Forgetting to turn off the light was the worst of all.

My toilet and bathroom are in the same area so undoubtedly when I left the house in the morning I’d left the light on.

What a waste of money, I thought to myself. With a pained grin I took off my shoes and took a step inside to turn the light off.

At that moment. Click.

The switch made a sound, and the bathroom light turned off.