Dark

Her spirit animal was a bat and it suited her.
She preferred things dark and cave-like.
She reveled in days spent in bed--lights out and curtains drawn.
It was better to listen to music and read and research things she was interested in while wrapped in blankets and propped up on pillows.
She left only for cups of coffee--wandering from bed to kitchen and back again in black lace underwear.

It could get quite late before she felt the night coaxing her outdoors--but it was something she loved. The ritual of it. The stinging bath, too-strong drinks and sweet perfume of it. The first step out the door and the noises she followed.
Anticipation and mystery were cloaked in this darkness she traveled through.