5 A.M, Sunday Morning

Wilburn became tired of cruising internet videos and the social media updates of his friends, demonstrating his fatigue with an extended yawn. He had smartly changed into his pajamas some hours ago, but not feeling sleepy at that time he had continued watching episodes of television shows long ago forgotten by passing time and networks. Now the sky outside was calm, the trees steady against the young morning breeze, the streets empty aside from a raccoon sniffing ways to break into Mr. Yensoo's garbage bin. Wilburn shut his computer and lay his head to his pillow. Another day would soon be upon him, another day of possibilities and perhaps, unseen opportunity.