Vampire
I have to admit ... this isn't what I thought it would be like ... when I became a vampire. I didn't get any of the fun stuff. There's no flying, no mind-control, no sexy sparkles, and definitely no accelerated healing powers. All I got is a membership to the SPF of the month club and an excuse to tint the windows of my truck so dark that it's actually illegal.
And I don't really mind - yet. I don't think it's hit. So far, it's been minor inconveniences. There's the long sleeves and pants indoors, staying away from the windows, etc. I watch the sun creep over the house, mapping the shadows. Crossing the street to the mailbox happens only at night. The neighbors are starting to catch on as they watch the old lady slink across her driveway like some midnight raccoon.
I'm supposed to wear clothes that have sun block in them. They're clothes ... don't they all block the sun? You wanna guess how many cute outfits there are made from materials that are medical grade? Hint: It's less than one.
And again, I'm not sure I mind. The sun and I have never been great friends. Night is for evening gowns, fairy lights, and the things you aren't brave enough to do while Apollo pulls his chariot. I've always been a night bug.
BUT ... like for so many others that have been hit with rare and chronic illnesses, you don't really know what you have until it's gone.