Prologue
A stack of pizza boxes on the left
Disarrayed DVDs on the right
Movie on full volume like he was deaf
This was his usual Friday night.
But tonight was strangely different;
The telly was off, windows were closed,
No food littered—such clean environment,
Nothing in the house was exposed.
Nowhere to be found was the owner
Or maybe could not be noticed at all
That he was actually beneath the shower
Awaiting what would never come—a phone call.
