Tuesdays arrive before he knows it. His work week starts all over again. He feels as if a weight is holding him down.
He peels himself out of bed. He turns on the downstairs heater. He makes coffee.
He looks at his phone. There are no messages.
Before leaving, he checks things. He checks the faucets. He checks the tanks in the toilets to make sure they are still holding water. He then checks the faucets again.
He locks the door on his way out. He jiggles the handle to make sure it's locked. He makes his way down the stairwell toward the world outside.
In winter, the sun is low in the sky. It's cold. The days are short.
Time slips away.
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