Untitled Flash Fiction

On a Tuesday, it was directly to bed. Usually it would be a bowl of cereal and a catch up on the news after being home late, though tonight it was the mattress holding all of his desires. Work had been overmuch of late and while it had been a welcome distraction since Lucy's horror of a passing, it was sleep remained his greatest solace. Time to relax. He slid down the half-cocked covers and then bundled himself inside; with one extended arm, he blackened the room. A grin embraced his face and his eyes embraced the shade and it was then he knew he was not alone. Paralysed in fear, he awaited the end.