I still can’t believe that actually happened.
I’m lying on top of the duvet with my boxers on. Emma slid under the sheets still naked. She’s drifted off to sleep with a smile on her face. This of course makes me smile too.
I decide to take the opportunity to wander back to the sitting room and check for any updates on the riot.
The room is dark now so my hand fumbles about the top of the bedside locker trying to switch on the lamp. I find the switch and flick it on, but nothing happens.
My eyes have adjusted enough to the gloominess to make my way to the door. I flick the light switch on the wall. Nothing happens again. Is the power out?
I try the TV; it’s dead too. There’s no electricity at all. Is it a power outage or has Emma’s circuit breaker tripped?
I go to the window and look out. Everywhere is in darkness. Something is definitely wrong.
