Dream
The morning sun bathed the room in a soft, golden hue, its rays creeping across the polished floors and casting long, slender shadows.
Anthony awoke, the lingering remnants of his conversation with his father still fresh in his mind.
His eyes opened slowly, the weight of the previous night's revelations momentarily suspended as he rose from the bed.
His mind, however, was clear, almost unnervingly so.
He stretched, a faint smile tugging at his lips as the thoughts began to race through his head, the endless possibilities now spread before him.
There was much to consider, no doubt.
The weight of the world, quite literally, seemed to rest on his decision.
But the more he thought about it, the more he found that the answer wasn't as complex as it first appeared.
Anthony had always believed in the simplicity of action over contemplation, and as he sat up in bed, the realization struck him.