He knew, of course, it came with the holidays. The constant stream of parties and guests, too much indulging and too little sleep, having his daily routine torn apart like wrapping paper. But it had worn him down. How he longed for a quiet morning.
Then, at last, the holidays were over. David slept in and made himself some coffee. He sat sipping it on his sofa, surrounded by silence. But he found the sudden stillness unsettling. He wished someone would swing by.