December

Sleep was disturbed by the cat’s claws scratching the bottom of the litter box in the next room. It was still dark outside. In a brief, panic-stricken moment he slapped the top of the clock to illuminate the time, fearing that he’d overslept and would be late for work. Since winter had arrived, it was always dark.


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