It was still dark when morning came. Cold, but still. The air had settled into the room through the closed windows during the night. Paul was the kind of man who awoke without fail at 5 am every morning. No alarm. No reminder. No hesitation. Without opening his eyes, he breathed in deeply.
He was ready for today.
He was always ready for today.
He was always ready but the memory of today would carry a certain flaw forever.