@hamedns
He kept his head down
He left the bar as quickly as he could, wishing, just for a moment, that the ground would open beneath him and swallow him whole
That no one would ever remember seeing him there
It was around two in the morning
He had left his car behind the bar and was walking home
He couldn't even remember the name of the street he lived on
But his feet knew the way
Somehow, they always did
Someone was still waiting for him at home
His wife had fallen asleep at the dinner table
The food was still there
The plates were still waiting
He tried to be quiet when he opened the door, but the alcohol had stolen his balance
He stumbled inside
And then he saw her
His wife
Asleep beside the dinner she had prepared for him
For a moment, he had reached the safest place in the world
And right there
in front of the table
he collapsed
Life has a strange sense of mockery
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