Thekombucha-mushroom

The lights switch off. I’m left standing here, alone in the dark. I don’t want to see Him; I don’t want him to come out. I look around me, not knowing whether my eyelids are open or closed. I look out for something moving, a hint of light, anything. But nothing moves. All is still. I sit at the end of me bed and let out a sigh of relief. I won’t see him tonight, I tell myself reassuringly. Suddenly, something grabs my attention. The tiniest light coming from straight ahead. It looks really far away, but it’s physically impossible. It’s slowly getting larger. I stand up, and reach out to touch it. I can’t rea