Taking stock of his situation, he realised that he was lying on his back, having thrown off all the covers, and smiled to himself as he noticed that, as usual when he awoke, he had an enormous erection. It was so black he could almost feel the atmosphere round him, and wondered for a moment if that could have woken him. All around him was blackness - the deep impenetrable blackness of a moonless, starless night in a room with its heavy opaque curtains drawn. Malcolm woke with a terrible start, convinced that something had touched him.
