Lamp

The lamp in the corner of the living room flickered.
The bulb needed changing or maybe there was a loose wire in it?
He neared with the intention of removing the bulb.
It grew brighter and brighter until it was so bright he couldn't look at it.
A powersurge, perhaps?
The brightness died down.
There was another flicker.
He was struck by a peculiar idea.
"Are you trying to tell me something?" he asked.
The light flickered again.
He laughed.
"Ok. I don't speak light. What are you trying to tell me?"
The bulb flickered and then grew brighter than it had before.
He shielded his eyes.
Then everything went dark.