bryce

The dark silence woke him up. He’d fallen asleep watching an old movie. He fishes his cell-phone out of his back pocket. Dead. He sits for a moment, thinking.
Light still slants thru the blinds, not a power outage. He stands up quietly, careful not to bump into the coffee table. The stillness is tangible. He thumbs his lighter and sees the face of Darkness. Darkness blinks, snuffing his lighter, then him.