He looked up at the ceiling at the light. His eyes opened. He heard the trees blowing in the breeze.
” Shit ” he said as he woke sitting up in bed. He looked at the clock 4 am. Shit a dream. It was a fuckin dream. He seemed so disappointed. But it seemed so real. He was about to fuck the grieving widow.
6Am he got up. The Emmet funeral today.
9Am he arrived at the funeral home doing his final checks. He looked at Mr Emmet there as he lay in peace.