when the lights are off

I can sense a presence when the lights are off, a type of tension that could be cut by a cough. the darkness isn't all that bad, even if its a reason to be sad. for in the darkness we can find light, the kind that gives hope and makes things right. I can sense a presence when the lights are off. one that disappears when I cough, not a sense of terror, or a feeling of error, but a malevolence. some kind of understanding tolerance. I can sense a presence when the lights are off. why do I always have to cough?