He stood under the bright morning light, that which the windows had let into the room, standing in front of a dead body which had been neatly arranged..

Nicholas stood with his two hands placed placed behind his back, staring at his father who was into a deep sleep, this time, it was an eternal slumber of which there was no breath moving in and out of his nostrils.

His father's lifeless body had been picked from the room, washed and dried in preparation for the funeral which would hold later on during the sunset, preferably the time when the darkness had covered the earth and the only source of...