AT DAWN

Kelvin gazed into thin air as the moonlight filtering through the window illuminated his room.
"Why do nights come with so much darkness? Can’t daylight last forever?” He muffled into his pillow as a tear leaked from the corner of his left eye.

Ever since his mum, a single parent, passed on before his very eyes, seven nights ago, he could not but dread nightfall. For it was this same darkness, too thick for his flickering candle to penetrate, that hid his mum’s inhaler from his frantic search.

And at dawn, there laid the inhaler beside his mum’s corpse.