Everything You Need

by Michael Marshall Smith

  So we made a deal, and the deal said I could have the light on all night but I promised that I would not go into their room in the night unless it was really important, and it is a good deal and so I’m allowed to have my light on again now, which is why the first thing I noticed when I woke up, was that it was dark. The light was off.

  Mummy had broken the deal.

  I was cross about this but I was also very sleepy and so wasn’t sure if I was going to shout about it or not.

  Then I noticed it was cold.

  Before I go to bed, Mummy puts a heater on while I am having my bath, and also I have two blankets on top of my duvet, and so I am a warm little bunny and it is fine. Sometimes if I wake in the middle of the night it feels a bit cold but if I snuggle down again it’s okay.

  But this felt really cold.

  My light was not on and I was cold.

  I put my hand out to put my light on, which was the first thing to do. There is a switch on a white wire that comes from the light and I can turn it on myself — I can even find it in the dark when there is no light.

  I tried to do that but I could not find the wire with my hand. So I sat up and tried again, but still I could not find it, and I wondered if Mummy had moved it, and I thought I might go and ask her, but I could not see the door. It had been so long since I had been in my room in the night without my light being on that I had forgotten how dark it gets. It’s really dark.

  I knew it would be hard to find the door if I could not see it, so I did it a clever way.

  I used my imagination.

  I sat still for a moment and remembered what my bedroom is like. It is like a rectangle and has some drawers by the top of my bed where my head goes. My light is on the drawers, usually. My room also has a table where my coloring books go and some small toys, and two more sets of drawers, and windows down the other end. They have curtains so the street lights do not keep me awake, and because in summer it gets bright too early in the morning and so I wake everybody up when they should still be asleep because they have work to do and they need some sleep. And there is a big chair but it is always covered in toys and it is not important.

  I turned to the side so my legs hung off the bed and down onto the floor. In my imagination I could see that if I stood up and walked straight in front of me, I would nearly be at my bedroom door, but that I would have to go a little way... left, too.

  So I stood up and did the walking.

  It was funny doing it in the dark. I stepped on something soft with one of my feet, I think it was a toy that had fallen off the chair. Then I touched one of the other drawers with my hand, and I knew I was close to the door, so I turned left and walked that way a bit.

  I reached out with my hands then and tried to find my dressing gown. I was trying to find it because I was cold, but also because it hangs off the back of my bedroom door on a little hook and so when I found the dressing gown I would know I had got to the right place to open the door.

  But I could not find the dressing gown. Sometimes my mummy takes things downstairs and washes them in the washing machine in the kitchen and then dries them in another machine that makes them dry, so maybe that was where it was. I was quite awake now and very cold so I decided not to keep trying to find the gown and just go wake Mummy and Daddy and tell them that I was awake.

  But I couldn’t find my doorknob.

  I knew I must be where the door is, because it is in the corner where the two walls of my room come together. I reached out with my hands and could feel the two sides of the corner, but I could not find the doorknob, even though I moved my hands all over where it should be. When I was smaller the doorknob came off once, and Mummy was very scared because she thought if it happened again I would be trapped in my bedroom and I wouldn’t be able to get out, so she shouted at Daddy until he fixed it with a different screw. But it had never come off again so I did not know where it could be now. I wondered if I had got off my bed in the wrong way because it was dark and I had got it mixed up in my imagination, and maybe I should go back to my bed and start again.

  Then a voice said: ‘Maddy, what are you doing?’

  I was so surprised I made a scared sound, and jumped. I trod on something, and the same voice said ‘Ow!’ I heard someone moving and sitting up. Even though it was in the dark I knew it was my Mummy.

  ‘Mummy?’ I said. ‘Where are you?’

  ‘Maddy, I’ve told you about coming into our room.’

  ‘I’m not.’

  ‘It’s just not fair. Mummy has to go to work and Daddy has to go to work and you have to go to school and we all need our sleep. We made a deal, remember?’

  ‘But you broke the deal. You took away my light.’

  ‘I haven’t touched your light.’

  ‘You did!’

  ‘Maddy, don’t lie. We’ve talked about lying.’

  ‘You took my light!’

  ‘I haven’t taken your light and I didn’t turn it off.’

  ‘But it’s not turned on.’

  She made a sighing sound. ‘Maybe the bulb went.’

  ‘Went to where?’

  ‘I mean, got broken.’

  ‘No, my whole light is not there.’

  ‘Maddy...’

  ‘It’s not! I put my hand out and I couldn’t find it!’

  My mummy made a sound like she was very cross or very tired, I don’t know which. Sometimes they sound the same. She didn’t say anything for a little minute.

  ‘Look,’ she said then, and she did not sound very cross now, just very sleepy and as if she loved me, but wished I was still asleep. ‘It’s the middle of the night and everyone should be in bed. Their own bed.’

  ‘I’m sorry, Mummy.’

  ‘That’s okay.’ I heard her standing up. ‘Come on. Let’s go back to your room.’

  ‘What do you mean?’ I said.

  ‘Back to your room. Now. I’ll tuck you in, and then we can all go back to sleep.’

  ‘I am in my room.’

  ‘Maddy — don’t start.’

  ‘I am in my room!’

  ‘Maddy, this is just silly. Why would you... Why is it so dark in here?’

  ‘Because my light is off. I told you.’

  ‘Maddy, your light is in your room. Don’t—’

  She stopped talking suddenly. I heard her fingers moving against something, the wall, maybe. ‘What the hell?’

  Her voice sounded different.

  ‘”Hell” is a naughty word.’ I told her.

  ‘Shush.’

  I heard her fingers swishing over the wall again. She had been asleep on the floor, right next to the wall. I heard her feet moving on the carpet and then there was a banging sound and she said a naughty word again, but she did not sound angry but like she did not understand something. It was like a question mark sound.

  ‘For the love of Christ.’

  That was not my mummy talking. She said: ‘Dan?’

  ‘Who the hell else? Any chance you’ll just take her back to bed? Or I can do it. I don’t mind. But let’s one of us do it. It’s the middle of the fucking night.’

  ‘Dan!’

  ‘Fucking is a very naughty—’

  ‘Yes, yes, I’m terribly sorry,’ my daddy said. He sounded as if he was only half not in a dream. ‘But we have talked about you coming into our room in the middle of the night, Maddy. Talked about it endlessly. And—’

  ‘Dan,’ my mummy said, starting to talk when he was still talking, which is not good and can be rude. ‘Where are you?’

  ‘I’m right here,’ he said. ‘For god’s sake. I’m... Did you put up new curtains or something?’

  ‘No,’ Mummy said.

  ‘It’s not normally this dark in here, is it?’

  ‘My light has gone,’ I said. ‘That’s why it is so dark.’

  ‘Your light is in your room,’ Daddy said.

  I could hear him sitting up. I could hear his hands, too. They were not right next to Mummy, but at the other end
of my room. I could hear them moving around on the carpet.

  ‘Am I on the floor?’ he asked. ‘What the hell am I doing on the floor?’

  I heard him stand up. I did not tell him ’hell ’ is a naughty word. I did not think that he would like it.

  I heard him move around a little more, his hands knocking into things.

  ‘Maddy,’ Mummy said, ‘where do you think you are?’

  ‘I’m in my room,’ I said.

  ‘Dan?’ she said, to Daddy. My daddy’s other name is “Dan.” It is like “dad” but has a nuh-sound at the end instead of a duh-sound. ‘Is this Maddy’s room?’

  I heard him moving around again, as if he was checking things with his hands.

  ‘What are we doing in here?’ he said, sounding as if was not certain. ‘Is this her room?’

  ‘Yes, it’s my room,’ I said.

  I was beginning to think Daddy or Mummy could not hear properly because I kept saying things over and over but they did not listen. I told them again. ‘I woke up, and my light was off, and this is my room.’

  ‘Have you tried the switch by the door?’ Daddy asked Mummy.

  I heard Mummy move to the door, and her fingers swishing on the wall, swishing and patting. ‘It’s not there.’

  ‘What do you mean it’s not there?’

  ‘What do you think I mean?’

  ‘For Christ’s sake.’

  I heard Daddy walking carefully across the room to where Mummy was.

  Mummy said: ‘Satisfied?’

  ‘How can it not be there? Maddy — can you turn the light by your bed on, please?’ Daddy sounded cross now.

  ‘She says it isn’t there.’

  ‘What do you mean, not there?’

  ‘It’s not there,’ I said. ‘I already told Mummy, fourteen times. I was coming into your room to tell you, and then Mummy woke up and she was on the floor.’

  ‘Are the street lamps out?’

  This was Mummy asking. I heard Daddy go away from the door and go back to the other end of the room, where he had woken up from. He knocked into the table as he was moving and made a cross sound but kept on moving again.

  ‘Dan? Is that why it’s so dark? Is it a power cut?’

  ‘I don’t know,’ he said. ‘I... can’t find the curtains.’

  ‘Can’t find the gap, you mean?’

  ‘No. Can’t find the curtains. They’re not here.’

  ‘You’re sure you’re in the right—’

  ‘Of course I’m in the right place. They’re not here. I can’t feel them. It’s just wall.’

  ‘It is just wall where my door is too,’ I said. I was happy that Daddy had found the same thing as me, because if he had found it too then it could not be wrong.

  I heard Mummy check the wall near us with her hands. She was breathing a little quickly.

  ‘She’s right. It’s just wall,’ she said, so now we all knew the same thing. ‘It’s just wall, everywhere.’

  But Mummy’s voice sounded quiet and a bit scared and so it did not make me so happy when she said it.

  ‘Okay, this is ridiculous,’ Daddy said. ‘Stay where you are. Don’t move.’

  I could hear what he was doing. He was going along the sides of the room, with his fingers on the walls. He went around the drawers near the window, then past where my calendar hangs, where I put what day it is in the mornings, then along my bed.

  ‘She’s right,’ he said. ‘The lamp isn’t here.’

  ‘I’m really cold,’ Mummy said.

  Daddy went past me and into the corner where Mummy had been sleeping, where I had trod on her when I was trying to find the door.

  But he couldn’t find the door either.

  He said the door had gone, and the windows, and all the walls felt like they were made of stone. Mummy tried to find the curtains but she couldn’t. They tried to find the door and the window for a long time but they still couldn’t find them and then my mummy started crying.

  Daddy said crying would not help, which he says to me sometimes, and he kept on looking in the dark for some more time, trying to find the door.

  But in the end he stopped, and he came and sat down with us. I don’t now how long ago that was. It’s hard to remember in the dark. But I think it was quite long ago.

  Sometimes we sleep, but later we wake up and everything is still the same. I do not get hungry but it is always dark and it is always very cold.

  Mummy and Daddy had ideas and used their imaginations. Mummy thought there was maybe a fire, and it burned all our house down. Daddy says we think we are in my room because I woke up first, but he says really we are in a small place made of stone, near a church somewhere.

  I don’t know but we have been here a very long time now and still it is not morning yet. It is quiet and I do not like it. Mummy and Daddy do not talk much any more, and this is why if you wake up in the night you should never ever get up out of bed.

  The Things He Said

  My father said something to me this one time. In fact he said a lot of thing to me, over the years, and many of them weren’t what you’d call helpful, or polite – or loving, come to that. But in the last couple months I’ve found myself thinking back over a lot of them and often find they had a grain of truth. I consider what he said in the new light of things, and move on, and then they’re done. This one thing, though, has kept coming back to me. It’s not very original, but I can’t help that. He was not a very original man.

  What he said was that you had to take care of yourself, first and foremost and always, because there wasn’t no-one else in the world who was going to do it for you. Look after Number One, was how he put it.

  About this he was absolutely right. Of that I have no doubt.

  I start every day to a schedule. Live the whole day by it, actually. I don’t know if it makes much difference in the wider scheme of things but having a set of tasks certainly helps the day kick off more positively. It gets you over that hump.

  I wake around 6:00 am, or a little earlier. So far that has meant the dawn has either been here, or coming. As the weeks go by it will mean a period of darkness after waking, a time spent waiting in the cabin. It will not make a great deal of difference apart from that.

  I wash with the can of water I set aside the night before, and eat whatever I put next to it. The washing is not strictly necessary but, again, I have always found it a good way to greet the day. You wash after a period of work, after all, and what else is a night of sleep, if not work, or a journey at least? You wash, and the day starts, a day marked off from what has gone before.

  In the meantime I have another can of water heating over a fire. The chimney is blocked up and the doors and windows are sealed overnight against the cold, so the fire must of necessity be small. That’s fine — all I need is to make enough water for a cup of coffee.

  I take this with me when I open the cabin and step outside, which will generally be at about 6:20 am. I live within the shade of mountains, an area that is largely forested. Though the cabin itself is obscured by trees, from my door I have a good view down over the ten or so acres between it and the next stretch of thicker woods. I tend to sit there on the stoop a couple minutes, sipping my coffee, looking around. You can’t always see what you’re looking for, though, which is why I do what I do next.

  I leave the door open behind me and walk a distance which is about three hundred yards in length – I measured it with strides when I set it up — made of four unequal sides. This contains the cabin and my shed, and a few trees, and is bounded by wires. I call them wires but really they’re lengths of fishing line, strung between a series of trees. The fact that I’m there checking them, on schedule, means they’re very likely to be in place, but I check them anyway. First, to make sure none of them need re-fixing because of wind – but also that there’s no sign something came close without actually tripping them.

  I walk them all slowly, looking carefully at where they’re attached to the trees, and checking
the ground on the other side for signs anything got that far, and then stopped — either by accident or because they saw the wires. This is a good, slow, task for that time in the morning, wakes you up nice and easy. I once met a woman who’d been in therapy – hired a vacation cottage over near Elum for half a summer, a long time ago this was – and it seemed like the big thing she’d learned was to ignore everything she thought in the first hour of the day. That’s when the negative stuff will try to bring you down, she said, and she was right about that, if not much else. You come back from the night with your head and soul empty, and bad things try to fill you up. There’s a lot to get exercised about, if you let it. But if you’ve got a task, something to fill your head and move your limbs, by the time you’ve finished it the day has begun and you’re onto the next thing. You’re over that hump, like I said.

  When that job’s finished, I go back to the cabin and have the second cup of coffee, which I keep kind-of warm by laying my breakfast plate over the top of the mug while I’m outside. I’ll have put the fire out before checking the wires, so there’s no more hot water for the moment. I used to have one of those vacuum flasks and that was great, but it got broken. I’m on the lookout for a replacement. No luck yet. The colder it gets, the more that’s going to become a real priority.

  I’ll drink this second cup planning what I’m going to do that day. I could do this the night before, but usually I don’t. It’s what I do between 7:30 and 8:00 am. It’s in the schedule.