He could retire, he thought, and no one here would miss him, or he them.
He could expire too, causing a few minor ripples in the small world he inhabited.
Yes, he had a paternal bond, naturally, with his grown-up daughters and, likewise, a matrimonial one with his wife.
They’d grieve a while, but move on to enjoy the inheritance from the fruits of his years of toil.
Unmoored from existence, he drifted into the emptiness of sleep as if it were his last.