Melancholy

In a warm room, there is a bed and one window. The room is neat and tidy. However, it is filled with shelves that house books. Sitting on the bed is an elderly man whose name is Keres. Imagining himself in other worlds, while looking out the window. He breathes his last breaths and dies with a book in hand. After one minute. "Didn't I just die? Where is my body? Why is it dark? Where am I?" "Hehehe. Welcome to my domain child" "I'm eighty-four...." "I guess you can go ahead and die now." "Wait!" This is my first novel I'm currently thinking about writing another one. Hope you enjoy. Beliefs, stances and opinions of characters in the novel do not represent the beliefs and ideologies of the author.