Ashraf wakes up earlier than usual that day. The sleep of the night before was not sound. And now a full bladder is forcing him to leave the comfort of his bed.
He heads for the bathroom located at the back of the kitchen. It is not yet daybreak but the light from the streetlamps outside filters in through the rear windows. As he is about to turn towards the kitchen, he catches a glimpse of a familiar figure in the dim hallway by the entrance door. He freezes.
He recognizes his father who is putting on his shoes and looking ready to go to out.
'Dad, is that you?' he asks, just to be sure.
'Yes son. It's me. You are up early. I'm just about to go to work.'
Without missing a beat, the son asks another question, 'But you know you're dead, right?'
He sees the figure in the hallway smiling back. 'That indeed I am, my son. But I am going to work anyway. You take care now.... and tell your sister to finish reading the book that I gave her.'
The figure then makes a move for the door and without the need to open it, leaves the house like a fading mist.
The young man remains rooted to the spot. He wonders if he is dreaming or he has just really seen what he has seen. After a while, the urge to pee makes him realize why is up from bed this early.
He makes a shake of his head and walks towards the bathroom...