"Still not asleep?"
Adrian Desmond walked in. His night vision was excellent. Under the faint light of the fireflies, he saw Sienna Johnson staring at the window, wide-eyed and lost in thought.
"I'm a little scared."
"Scared?" Adrian was puzzled by Sienna's statement.
"Scared of what?" Adrian switched on the small light bulb in the room.
Energy-saving light bulbs were common now, but this old house still used an old-fashioned small bulb. It was quite dim and couldn't fully illuminate the dark room.
She was scared of ghosts!
When the light bulb in the small room turned on, a warm yellow glow filled the dark space. Mottled window panes cast shadows, and the small woven bamboo basket, filled with sun-dried herbs, hung by the window.
Adrian walked over, sat on the edge of her bed, and patted it. "This bed is so hard," he commented. "I can't even budge it."
Sienna replied, "The bed is solid; of course, you can't move it."
