Unknowing why, you continue to stroll through the passageway. Your throat closing and temperature is rising, you reach the open door. Looking around you see a bed, naked and seamless like no one has every layed down their head. It welcomes you and not wanting to be rude, you decide to take a short snooze. Feeling like lead, losing you breath, you sit back up gasping and running for the door. Down the hall, your body stifling and finally reach the bathroom. Drinking from the tap, again the heavy feeling take control of your limbs. Then the water shuts off, not completely though, it still sheds, once in a while, a drop. It's not enough, you thrist for more. You try turning to faucet on full blast and the knobs fall off in your hand, so you reach for the handles in the shower. The flow of H2O blasts on, and suddenly the sensations are gone and you turn around to look at the clock. Oh how could you forget? It's happened every night ever since the man has passed on. It will start all over again, each and every sunset because he just doesn't want to move on.