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Bryan considered waking up Frank when he left for his run; it was going on eleven, and Frank got all out of sorts if he slept too late. But there was that test of facing a freshly waken Frank, he was liable to punch you in the balls before you even realized what was happening. Being he hadn’t seen him in almost two days, it was probably a good thing to go ahead and let him sleep it off.
He could hear the deep bass buzzing of Frank’s snoring as he walked past the bedroom and towards the back door. Opening the back door, Bryan took a deep breath of the morning city air. It was cooled from the fog the night before and the smell of damp grass came across from the park. The sky was one of those amazing blues that you had better take advantage of while it was still there. Bryan grabbed his left foot and held it back, stretching his leg.
“Shit yeah, what a beautiful morning.”
The cool breeze blowing in seemed to push him with a purpose towards the front door. He grabbed his walkman off of the kitchen table. As he opened the front door he thought once again of waking Frank.
“Fuck it,” was the piece of wisdom he left for the ages as he dramatically jogged out the front door.
For a moment you could hear a fuzzy Halo Benders song coming all tinny and small from Bryan’s walkman. Then you could hear the front door of the Victorian open and close. Then you could hear the near silent sounds of the house settling around itself.
Frank was in the void, somewhere else all together, and he probably would have remained there for a few more hours if the phone hadn’t suddenly begun ringing. It’s shrill tone forged cracks in the air, pushed onto Frank’s ear.
The void was broken, and Frank’s head swept slowly off the pillow, trailing a fragile bridge of drool.