Chapter 5
Jonathan rolled to the far side of the bed, struggling for breath. He could see now. That was a start. The world remained bathed in darkness, but it was more than just black. Things had outlines. Chair, table, television, discarded sock. Everywhere he looked, he could see something.
Something was better than nothing.
What time was it? Had he slept? Was he dreaming when he felt a cat on his face, blocking out air and light and life? How could he ever be sure?
“Bella?” he moaned. “This is getting out of hand.”
He heard a hiss.
Did he? Did he hear it for real, or did his mind invent the sound? Was there any way to know for sure?
Jonathan sat up in bed and looked around.
Nothing to see here. Just an apartment in the darkness.
No cats. No rats.
Unless they were
