Sweat covered his body, enough to soak the hairs behind his ears, and his upper body felt slightly damp. He hadn’t meant to fall asleep; in fact he was shocked he’d done it. A few hours ago he didn’t think he’d ever close his eyes again. After Evans dropped him off, he couldn’t stop pacing. Every few minutes he’d look out the window, heart pounding, muscles stiff enough to shatter. After an hour or so, he didn’t know what else to do so he lay down for a bit to try and clear his head. Getting up off the bed, he stumbled into the living room, tripping over the bag of garbage he’d placed by the door but forgot to take out that morning. The television still wasn’t broadcasting, and he didn’t even bother to check the Internet. In the kitchen he turned on the coffeepot and then went over to the window to take a look. A part of him still believed that the two officers were going to show up at his doorstep any minute, ready to finish him off because of the crimes he’d witnessed.
