9:47pm.

Another day was coming to an end. This one, like the others, had been a disappointment. Maybe tomorrow will be better. That’s always the hope. Procrastination at its best.

“Shit. I forgot the package.” Sam was on its way back to bed. Socks scattered in the living room. He had emigrated earlier in the evening after pillaging the fridge. Wearing his pajamas top and no pants, he opened the front door.