Silhouetted

A mattress spring popped when he got into bed. He tugged the blanket up high.

The sun was shining absolute in a clear sky. So was the moon. Stars were as bright as they've ever been. Outside his window, rows of street lamps pulsated with life. The curtains were transparent and the bedroom light wouldn't shut off no matter how many times maintenance had come to fix it. The television blared bright white.

He pulled the blanket over his eyes, but beneath it his body was glowing the same color as a flare soaring through a brightless night.