*continues to moan in his sleep, sometimes almost inaudible but occasionally loud enough to carry out of his bedroom*
*eventually, with a loud and rather hoarse NOOOO!, comes to, jerking upright, one hand flailing across to reach the light which is already on and knocking it to the ground with a crash*
*draws his knees up to his chest and looks around the room, which is perfectly bright and cosy and warm and he cannot see a thing, such is the terror that still clings to him*