book of days serial #7

Drive. The stairs at the apartment building squealed like a nest of mice. The apartment was the last on the second floor. As soon as he touched the doorknob a look of somber exhaustion came with the sunlight across his face. Returning home did that to him always. The desperation that came with sharing walls. He used to talk about what it would be like if everything were different, but could never figure out how to make it different.