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-----------George woke just as the first ray of light penetrated the window.He reached across the bed feeling for someones presence. Nothing. After sometime he rolled off the bed still half asleep as it was six thirty in the morning. Slowly walking as if he was a zombie, he reached the door into the hall way of his second story house. It wasn't a large house, two bathrooms and four bedrooms, but it was enough room for him, and only him now, he thought bitterly. It'd been hard on him ever since his wife died. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
-----------The light flicked on in the hallway. For a split second he thought he heard her humming in the bathroom, but soon realized it was his imagination. He had always loved her voice, her sweet, tender, and caring voice. Especially when she sang, oh, what joy it brought his soul. Recently he has been imagining lots of things, the doctor said he was going to be fine. Yeah right. He slowly pushed the bathroom door open and turned the water on low. Within a minute or two the glass in the room had steamed up and he lowered his tired body into the bath-tub and lay there. Thankful for the peace. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
----------When he stepped out of the bathroom, dry and clean, something struck him as odd. The light in the hallway was out, he hadn't turned it off when he went to take a shower. However, he shrugged at it and continued on his way down the stairs. Not aware that the bulb blew out. He turned the fan on the highest setting in the kitchen, and breathed in the air from the window. He decided that he was going to make himself some Toast alongside a bowl of cold cereal for breakfast. He opened the fridge to find it half empty, but the gallon of milk and butter were still there. Poured the milk, poured the cereal in, what was he forgetting this time? "Ah, yes, the spoon." he tapped his head with one finger playfully, as if to check if his brain was still there. ---------------------------------