Alone in a candlelit room, the only sound is melting wax. The flickering light casts shadows across the room, his only real company. A book lay across his lap, reading glasses somewhere between the seat cushions. He isn't asleep, but as close to it as possible. A loud thud brings him back to life as he scans the shadow-filled room for the cause. A gentle breeze had blown into the room curtains reaching out like beckoning hands, knocking over a family portrait that had been displayed there for as long as he could remember. He smiles and closes his eyes as that gentle wind reaches out again and snuffs the candlelight away, leaving him to dream in darkness with his demons dancing around the shadowless room, unseen.
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