Magic Hour
an excerpt

Once again, I became afraid. The hallway seemed to me a portal into nothingness, and the windows around me were the same. The only thing that existed was the little space around the lamp, and if it were to go out, I, too, would disappear and cease to exist.

I knew, though, that this was foolishness. Even if I could not see anything, everything would still be there. Even after I turned off the light, I would still exist. I would go to sleep and wake up the next morning, and it would be light again.

I reached into the lamp and fumbled with the knob that was supposed to turn off the light. I turned it once, and the light remained on. Curious, I turned it again. I had somewhat expected it not to work the second time, but it did, and my world became shrouded in darkness, and I was in purgatory.

I reached my hands out and searched for the bed, which I knew was right in front of me, but I was still concerned that it would not be there, that nothing would be there. But it was there. Even as I had lost my sense of sight, I still had my sense of touch, and I clung to the bed as I climbed into it. I lay down and pulled the covers over me. I laid my head on the pillow which was not designed for sleeping, and started to think, for the first time, about the one who was responsible for my imprisonment — the one who was responsible for everything.