On her first visit, she turned the light on and watched him sleep. When he woke, he was alone. Dismissing her presence as a vivid dream, he turned the light off.

Her weight sank the mattress. She said, “Don’t do that.”

“Turn the light out?”

“We don’t like it.”

“We?”

Kevin J. Fellows, is a former technologist but has always been a writer. His fiction and poetry have appeared in Translunar Travelers Lounge, ONE ART, 34 Orchard, Strange Horizons, Star*Line, and others. See more at kevinjfellows.com.