Chapter Six

That evening found Day sleeping fitfully next to a very uncomfortable Finn.  After Day's mother returned, exhausted from her trip, they had sat down for dinner, where Marie said grace, and then discussed all the adventures she'd had in Egypt.  She had brought back a t-shirt and some replicas of small artifacts.  When they had finished, and the dishes loaded into the dishwasher, Marie retired to unpack her things and get cleaned up, and Finn and Day retired to the living room, where Day had fallen asleep on Finn's shoulder during a fascinating movie about the Boleyn Sisters. 

While Finn's presence had a calming affect on Day's nerves, it did not stop her father from plaguing her dreams, even in a light slumber.  She awoke, disoriented, to Finn shaking her gently.  It took a few moments for Day to remember where she was.  As she sat up, Finn seized his opportunity to regain the feeling in his arm, wincing at the pins-and-needles feeling he got from his arm falling asleep.  

"How long was I out?" Day asked sleepily, still groggy from her nap.  

"A few hours.  Your mom went to the store to restock on all the groceries you used up."

"What time is it?"

"A little after seven," Finn told her.  Something didn't feel right to Day, but she looked at the clock, confirming that it was, indeed, after seven.  The feeling still wouldn't go away, so she did her best to ignore it, writing it off as an acrid sort of after-taste from her dream.  

Day stood up, wobbling a little before she found her balance, and slowly dragged her feet to look out the large bay window in the living room.  Even though she knew winter days were shorter, it still struck her how it was already pitch black.  The moon wasn't hanging in the sky, and the stars seemed dimmer, as if their gleam was being siphoned away by shadows.  A chill seeped into her bones, and the hair on her arms stood on end.  Bravo came to rub against her ankles, mewing softly in his silky kitten voice, a small comfort to her.  She bent down to pick him up, but he scampered off under the couch.  "Finn, is it just me, or is it cold in here?"

There was no answer, and a lump caught in her throat.  She turned around to find him sound asleep on the couch.  She sighed and rolled her eyes, thinking to herself that he must have been more tired than she had realized.  Her heart still pounding, she turned back to the window, and thought she saw something move outside.  It was impossible to see behind the reflection of the lamp on the glass, though.  She blocked the light with her hand and stared intently into the darkness, unable to see anything.  

In the reflection, out of the corner of her eye, she saw the black and white kitten cautiously step onto the end table in pursuit of a moth, fluttering by the light bulb, its shadow flickering beneath the lamp shade.  Bravo lowered himself, as if ready to pounce.  "Bravo," she chided sternly.  The cat was oblivious to her warning.  His furry little rump wiggled as he readied himself for the kill.  Day turned to stop him, but it was too late.  He pounced, sending the lamp crashing to the floor, the shade getting smushed between the floor and his  body, as he pawed desperately to find the moth trapped inside.  The light flickered and dimmed, slowly fading.  The moth was no where to be seen.  "Bravo!" she cried.  The kitten hurried back under the couch.  As she placed the lamp back on the table, the light finally went out.  In the darkness, she heard Finn stir on the couch, only to be followed by an ever deepening silence.  He was still sound asleep.

Day stumbled blindly into the hallway, searching for the closet to get another light bulb for the lamp.  She was going to have to do something about the kitten's rambunctious destruction, though she hadn't the slightest clue how to curb it.  Maybe he'll simply grow out of it, she thought to herself.  The hallway seemed to stretch on forever, and she finally gave up on her scavenger hunt for the light bulb.  

She turned around to go back to the living room, intending to keep one hand firmly on the wall to guide her, but the walls seemed to grow further apart, and the darkness seemed speckled with different shades of black.  The panic really set in, and Day tentatively took a step forward.  She couldn't see her hand in front of her face.

The End

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