Once the door cautiously pushed open, a figure was found lying alone on the bed inside the dim, spacious room.
The curtain on the window was not withdrawn closed, letting the moonlight to blend harmoniously with the warm illumination of the flame from the fireplace.
The door was cautiously closed shut but unable to produce another click sound that added crack to the previous cracked silence. Holding her breath, the shadow moved toward the bed so that she could now see the sleeping figure on the bed.
Carefully, she tapped the shoulder of the sleeping figure for three times. Finding no response from the sleeping figure, a soft voice hush echoed in the tranquil room. "Brother Phillip, I need your help. Are you asleep?" But the answer she obtained was silence. The man on the bed did not move, only his even breath that was now sounded clearly as she closed her distant with him.
