Chapter 41Josh woke and stretched. The bed was empty. He was alone and wasn’t sure why. Then everything came back to him. He closed his eyes in hope to sleep again. It didn’t work. There was no return nor escape.
His phone beeped. A message, Steve was bringing breakfast burritos and wanted to talk. Too soon from Josh’s perspective, he had no appetite for it. There was nothing to discuss. He texted back. Don’t bother.
He’d finally had gotten used to sleeping at night and waking in the morning. The robe wrapped around him as he went outside. Nothing new with this, but he sunned upon rising now instead of before bed. The robe fell to the grass, and he lay on the lounge.
Mike’s floppy hat rose above a post. He snipped a perfect rose, so red, and held the stem in the hand that rested on the
