He carefully turned the knob of the door and entered, as silently as ever. The room was gently lit by the dim light from the lamp on the nightstand, bathing the whole room in a warm glow of cosy comfort. He turned around, closed the door with a soft thud, and then walked over to the bed.
“She’s already fallen asleep”, he thought to himself as he looked lovingly at his sister.
He glanced up at the clock on her nightstand - ‘12.00 A.M’, it read.
He contemplated for a moment as to whether he should wake her up and wish her, but refrained. She looked so peaceful in her slumber. He gazed at her tenderly for a few more moments before whispering, “We’ll do all your favourite things tomorrow, dear one”, as he gently brushed her hair aside and gave her a soft kiss on her forehead.
Turning around, he switched off the light, and then carefully leaned over her to find the lid, and with deft precision, pulled it over her, silently covering her coffin.
“Good night, little dear” he whispered again and settled down to sleep beside her.
It was her ninth birthday this year.