THE MORNING LIGHT CREPT through Peter’s window like golden threads. A sliver of radiance sliced through the blackout curtains and landed on his face like a mini spotlight. He stirred and opened his eyes, just seconds before his alarm clock sounded. He sat up in his bed, stretched his arms wide, and indulged in a loud yawn.
A family portrait, propped up on his nightstand, stood watch over him. He fondly regarded the visages of his parents, both smiling brightly at the camera. Between them sat a much younger Peter, posing proudly in graduation garb. Although he had aged a bit since then, he hadn’t really changed very much.
Peter slipped out of his bedclothes and jumped into the shower. Not one to tarry before breakfast, he emerged soon after and picked out fresh clothes for another day in
