Arrived at noon. Had been calling for a day. I knew.
Opening the door - a steady peacefulness greeted me;
- the low buzz of a fan,
- the faint scent of burnt candles,
- a single candle still burning,
- a stillness that produces chills.
Afraid of what I knew,
Afraid of what I knew nothing of.
I slowly entered, death escorted me to the kitchen where Michael lay sleeping.

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