Darkness crept over him like a sheet of ice. Is this the end? he wondered. He shuddered as the light was extinguished, leaving him alone in the emptiness of nothing.

Suddenly, a beacon of light pierced the blackness.

“Goodnight sweetheart.”

His mother always made sure to turn on the nightlight.

Jonathan is a freelance writer in Southern California. He loves writing almost as much as he likes In N Out, which is to say: a lot.