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When traveling abroad and staying at a hotel, it is recommendable to have the bathroom lights on during the night.

Among the rest, the dim-lit space can help overcome anxiety at those people who don’t find it comfortable sleeping in unfamiliar surroundings.

Next, it will provide visibility during potential emergencies such as fires or intrusions, allowing you to quickly find exits without fumbling for your phone or a light switch.

Of course, when at a hotel or a motel, we tend to leave the luggage on the floor if our stay is short or if we are too tired to place or clothes and other belongings in the wardrobe. Having the bathroom light on can prevent us from tripping over the luggage in the dark.

What’s most, if there is an intruder around, the turned-on light will make them believe that the people inside the room are awake.

Well, sometimes, no matter if we like it or not, we are forced to have the bathroom light on, just like a Reddit user who shared a photo of his recent stay at a hotel. The bathroom door was a glass door and the light seemed to be too much for him

He captioned the post, “This hotel bathroom when you turn the bathroom light on at night.”

As expected, the comments showed that different people have different preferences, and as some said they would love glass doors because they provide a lot of light during the night, others said this would be a nightmare for them.

“I spent the night in a similar one recently… the bathroom light was motion activated, so there was no way to avoid turning it on too,” someone commented. “As someone who can’t sleep without the bathroom light under the door off, this would be a nightmare to me,” another added.

So, what’s your preference? Do you leave the lights on throughout the night?

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