He woke up at three in the morning and went down to the kitchen. The fridge light was the only light. The house was perfectly quiet, the kind of quiet only houses have at that hour. He poured a glass of water and drank it slowly, standing at the counter. The clock on the stove said 3:14. He was not tired and he was not in a hurry to be asleep again. The cold of the tile on his bare feet was pleasant. He stayed there for a few minutes, and at no point did it occur to him that he should be doing anything else.
