He had not so much woken up as given up on the idea of sleeping altogether. He’d heard once that lack of sleep for an extended period of time drove you crazy. He was probably more than halfway there. His boots were propped up in the corner. He tugged them on and swiped his car keys off the counter. Coffee sounded like a good idea, but he was too tired to make it. He headed down the wooden stairs and out the back door. The sun’s first rays fell across the parking lot and glinted of the Charger’s windshield. He paid little attention. He couldn’t have taken the bike for this trip anyway, so it wasn’t like he missed it. He slid into the driver’s seat and cranked the engine. He had hours until he had to open the shop. The customer booked was a regular and Adam knew he wouldn’t mind having to enter through the back door. Adam needed to pay the bills, and Jeannie. Life couldn’t stay on pause forever. There might not be enough hours in the day, but there were plenty at night.
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