The terrible story of my brother

 I woke up in the middle of the night. I was very thirsty. Half asleep, I went into the kitchen and automatically filled a glass with water...

"What are you doing?"  My younger brother's voice made me jump on the spot.

—You idiot! I spilled the water because of you!  I scolded Sasha in a loud whisper.

— Let's play?

"Are you completely out of your mind?" It's three o'clock in the morning...  I looked back at my brother.

Something about him scared me—either his strange behavior, or the fact that he was smiling broadly, too broadly, and without blinking, he was looking at me.

— Go to sleep already...

I yawned, stretched, and went to my room. As soon as I entered the room, I broke out in a cold sweat. In a panic, I crawled under the covers. It became hard to breathe, but I didn't want to go back to the kitchen.

I heard him wandering around there. Such quiet baby steps.

It took me a moment to remember that my brother had died three days ago...