He sat in his lair. Prinning. As he did most mornings. He watched the large screen television on the wall. He expected his breakfast would be there soon and he could eat and finally go outside for some air. Not that his accommodations weren’t enough. They were exactly what he requested when he decided he was ready to retire. But, having a basement room didn’t include windows. And for him, this was the only choice he had. The basement. He was a day sleeper and in his element, awake most nights. He tried to change his sleep habits over the years but, old dog/new tricks thing. He checked his clock. Normally the nice young lady that worked nights would stop by and deliver his breakfast and sit for a bit to listen to his stories. He enjoyed when she visited. Otherwise, he had no visitors. In fa
