TWIST

For the twelfth night in a row he came home to infomercial and Channel 9 Wake Up morning news. You couldn't even call it morning yet, it was still deep into the night for some people.
Walking into a pitch black apartment was at the bottom of his favorite things list, but he still did it, every night. Likewise, at the top of his more loathed things list was waking up in an empty apartment. As guaranteed as the universal movements of the events leading up to them, every morning the apartment was as empty as when he shut his eyes, hoping to wake up anywhere else.
Sleeping, although, was something that he never could figure out. Like washing your car in the middle of winter the second you leave the garage, it slowly begins to regain all the filth that was just carried down the driveway in a parade of suds. Then why tease yourself with dreams so beautiful, so enormous and warm that waking up becomes a nightmare?