The morning sun hit his face, and he began to stir. Slowly he opened his eyes, recognized his surroundings, and swore. He was still alive, and he had to face another day. Why wouldn’t the God of heaven just let him die in his sleep? He was half dead already any way.
He rolled up his sleeping pall…
He stood at his bed chamber’s window looking out over the darkened city. Although he was covered in sweat, he was chilly. He mindlessly reached for his robe and continued to stare into the night. It had happened again. It had been years since the last time, but the dread was the same. This time, how…