New Endings

The grass beneath him, felt cold. It was calming and relaxing. He could feel the exhaustion slipping away, giving way to sleep. The sun was setting. A very faint outline of the rising moon, could be seen. "I wish I don't wake up tomorrow," he thought before falling into a deep sleep. When he woke up, it was evening, or maybe night, he couldn't tell. The moon was shining down on him, pouring her silver on his wounded self. " This isn't so bad," he told himself, " we'll get through life, one day at a time." He was suddenly full of hope and optimism. He thought about quitting his job and starting his own business, like he always wanted to. He thought about all the profit that would follow. He'd be a rich man in no time. Then move to a new, bigger house so the children wouldn't have to share a room anymore. The last thought makes him pause. He was in no position to take a risk that big. What if the business failed and he lost ever...