The moon could be seen through the blinds of the window.  Aleksandr was turned over on his side, facing the window and away from his sleeping father.  He felt embarrassed that his father had requested a single bed.  He had actually stayed in the same bed with his father or several nights after his mother had past away.  The sound of his father's snoring reminded him of that time.  It wasn't a comforting sound, it just reminded him as to why his mother's death was all the worst.

He pulled the thin sheet over his head to block out the moonlight and covered his ears so he wouldn't hear the sound of his father's snores.  He had taken his shirt and pants off for the night, and felt a bit bare.  His father was sleeping in his cassock like a good modest man.  Aleksandr couldn't say much about being a good modest man...

He thought about Sylv, but his thought about her weren't cleanly or pure.  He pushed the sheets from his body and slipped out the bed.  He wasn't sleeping tonight without using the bathroom first.  He wasn't expecting to be sleeping in a hospital; there was an excuse.  There was no way he was praying himself to sleep tonight.  He wasn't a pious fool.  He knew what the truth was--and it wasn't God. [@Arista]