The Story Continued

He kept his eyes on the clock on the wall.  It seemed like neither hand was moving.  No matter what he did to pass the time, it only seemed like to make things worse.  The hours slowly passed and finally his time was served.  It was Friday and he planned to enjoy his weekend.  He had to make it home first.  Out into the busy world he went.  His silent office building transformed into the hectic streets almost instantly.  Robotically, he ignored the bustle and continued down the street, sometimes breaking the law to get home.  And then home was in sight.  One more street to cross.  He stood waiting, unconsciously jumping double dutch as he watched for the light to change.  Finally the light changed.  As he strolled across the street, he glanced out into the street.  He was so happy that his job was actually within walking distance.  Not having to deal with that traffic was well worth it.  He swiftly walked up the stairs and within minutes he was home.  He slumped down on couch, exhausted by the long work week.  He looked into the kitchen and saw the sun squeaking through the blinds.  Sleep was beginning to creep in on him.  A familiar scent suddenly caught his attention.  He got up from the bed trying desperately to shake the cobwebs.  Then he ventured off into the bedroom.  The sheets on the bed were pulled back sloppily and a nightgown lay on top of the covers.  The room was in the same condition as she left it in.  Flowers were placed  all around the room.  Time seemed to stop while he was in that room.  The moment became too intense for him.  He backed away and closed the door.  It was still too hard for him to accept the fact that she was gone.