Then it was he who kept her awake from dreams and such. He sat at the computer and tapped at a keyboard still visible in the pale light of the screen. A light no brighter than a half-moon. The tapping no louder than the beating of her heart.
Now she is the disturber. She, who once removed the batteries from a clock that tick-tocked and kept her awake.
Now when he crawls into bed, into the dark quiet night, she joins him, not in solitude but crinkling and crackling. Armed with electronic devices that spew light into the dark and unnatural sounds into the air.