not quite vampiric

I hide from the light these days. It blinds me; I shrink from it. My curtains are always closed and any foray into the sunshine must be followed by an hour of resting my battered orbs. I feel it in the morning, clawing at my curtains, bathing the sand and stone outside my building in the molten autumnal light that saturates Scotland at this time of year.
I hide from the light with a pair of oakleys, a wooly jumper, baggy jeans and a tattered pair of flannel-lined moccasins, spread out on a couch near a window with the blinds down. No coffin or black cowl or gothy eye-liner. I do venture out for coffee sometimes, sticking to the shadows... But overall, I think I'd make a pretty poor vampire.