The sun set. To Bill it was like watching a cup of coffee being dumped out in a sink. The warmth of the day evaporated fast, and the feeling that anything was possible suddenly died.
With the darkness came a sense of fear, an anxiety that flooded Bill such that he could hardly breathe. He didn’t sleep a wink, and by morning he was hopeless.
Then the sun rose again, and he steamed coffee and took the first sip of the first day of the rest of his life.
Written Tales for Your Eyes 