And so...

I stood and started to pick up the pieces of glass.
But, as if sensing me there,
the ligthbulb of the lamp started to re-assemble itself.
Tiny fragments flying to each other; like magnets.
The lamp itself straightened and stood.
As this was happening, I backed away, towards my bed,
shivering there like a coward.

And then, it started to speak.
It's voice computerized;
the voice of a robot.
It said...