ROD AZRAEL'S POINT OF VIEW

I looked at the sky. The skies were as blue as the ocean. The sun was as bright as the stars as the night. The birds were flying freely in the sky. Some birds were chipping happily on the tree.

I took a sip of the orange juice that I was holding. After I took a sip,  I put it on the table beside me.

"Blaike?" I called him because he was staring in a pointless direction.

He seems thinking of something very important.

But what is ...