He entered his room and turned on the light. He fell onto his bed and put his head on his bright green decorative pillow before grabbing the draft of his story and starting to read. If he found a mistake, he would fix it, and he would add or adjust things that needed them. He read and read and corrected. When he had finally gotten the first hundred pages corrected, he set the paper down. He put the blue pen next to the lamp and turned off the light. He looked at the painting and the birth stone before continuing downstairs for lunch. He got downstairs and got out some french bread. He put some oil and vinegar on top of the bread after cutting it, and then put some ham and cheese on. He cut tomato slices and added them on one of the sides. He shoved it into the toaster oven and turned it on. He turned on the radio until he heard the "ding" of the toaster oven. He took out he sandwich, put it on a plate, and put some lettuce on it. He started to eat the delicious sandwich. When he was done, he walked upstairs to his room, pausing only to look at the objects associated with his wife. He entered the room and started to edit. The time slowly ticked away. The clock went from 12:00 to 1:00 to 2:00. At 4:33 he had gotten most of the story edited. He placed the story on the end of his bed and continued to the restroom on the floor. He entered and turned the shower water on hot. He shut the door, turned on the vent, and took off his clothes. He entered the shower and felt the hot water rushing down his bare back. He started to wash, and when he was done, he got out. He dried himself off and got some clean clothes on. He went back to his bedroom and got the typed up, edited story. He brought it upstairs to his work space. He turned on the light and sat down at his writing desk. He continued to edit until he had finished the stack of papers. He went to the other desk in the room and started to make the changes in the typed file of the book. When he was finally done changing the computer version. He decided to take a break from writing. Let his mind become fresh and then in a few weeks he would be able to look at the story with a better mind. He continued downstairs until he reached the main and bottom floor. Hee had no basement. Why should he, he didn't need it. He took his dark blue jacket and wrapped it around him. He got on his Nike sneakers again and walked outside. He continued down the winding, cracked sidewalk until he got to a playground. He entered the metal gate and sat down on a bench with peeling red paint. He watched the children there play tag, winding around the poles and leaping up steps, oblivious to the cold. William smiled. He loved to see children have fun. He had been so happy when Cassy and him had decided to have a baby. He would finally get to see a happy child all day.