I wake in darkness to find my child gone. The realization comes slowly. Half-awake I reach out a hand to the opposite side of the bed. Grasping, slowly at first then faster, palm flat and fingers spread wide I am feeling the bed expecting a form to be there in the darkness; disbelieving that it is not. In the distance I can see green numbers glowing. The bedside clock display: 5:05 hovering in space. SOS. I stumble from the bed, panic rising. I knock the lamp from the table; stub a toe on the nightstand. A bulb shatters; pain makes