He woke up at three in the morning and went down to the kitchen. The fridge light was the only light. He poured a glass of water and drank it too fast, standing at the counter. The thing he had been thinking about at 2:47 was still in his chest, pressing. The email he hadn't replied to. The tone of his boss's last message. Whether he had put something in writing that was going to come back to him. The clock on the stove said 3:14 and he was not going to sleep again before five. He rinsed the glass and did not go upstairs, he stayed in the kitchen looking at the dark window.
