The darkness was absolute. There was not even a hint of moonlight. It was total and oppressive, and for a dreadful few moments she wondered if she had gone blind. In a panic, she reached out for the bedside lamp, but it wasn't there. There was just something soft and yielding at the side of the bed, and she withdrew her hand quickly, afraid it might be a rat.
"Johnny?" The sound of her own voice alarmed her. It was so frail and wavering.
There was nobody there. And that was when she realised there was something the matter with the bed. It seemed to have shrunk. There was no Johnny and not enough space where Johnny should have been. Her hand touched the other side of the bed.
"Johnny?" She was whimpering now. She heard the fear in her voice and despised herself for it, but she couldn't
