Magician234

I see a man who’s sleeping peacefully in his bed. He is at an age where he enjoys the fruits of his life’s work, when his daily life stays somewhat repetitive, and when he values small and tiny moments that only a child who is very young would. There is a tiny little clock placed by his bed, indicating 3 o’clock in the morning. He suddenly wakes and finds himself sitting on a comfortable chair in a dark and cozy room. The only source of light is a candle which is lit and isn’t disturbed by wind or any kind of movement, placed at a corner of the room; though the man thinks the room should be warmer if the candle was burning for quite a while. The room has a slight scent that the man isn’t sure he likes or does not. After a considerable amount of time looking around, he settles his eyes on the candle which, according to him, hasn’t moved a bit. The candle flickers for just a moment before returning to its peaceful position again. The man frowns, and his eyes wander around