They were waiting for him as he came through the revolving doors.
That morning, the sun screamed through his partially shaded bedroom window jolting David prematurely from his sleep. He cursed. Last night’s rented video was watched, reversed and re-watched between periods of dozing. A pattern which repeated itself until David, woke for the final time to the scrolling of the movie credits. Surrendering to his bed, he had neglected to fully close the blinds.
Even so, fragments left from the dreams were the same. Images, that were vibrant and happy, but most of all, alive. Like phantom limbs of an amputee, they existed only there and when morning came, Jen and the children were gone.