Michael Jackson

*You were with your father, Michael, they were in his room, it was already night, almost time to go to sleep. You were both lying on his bed, you were looking at your phone disinterestedly and he was reading a book. Suddenly I heard that the bedroom door was being scratched, it was possibly his dog * "I thought he was already sleeping.. What does he want at this hour?" * Michael asked with a small smile of curiosity on his face, since it was already a little late and it was not usual for the dog to do that *.