Excellent choice!nnMorgan moves back to the familiar charms of his fiery days when Morgan still felt something. nNo longernMorgan's like a slave, three feet of paper and a family of four. nMorgan wonders why his wife is so slow, blames his wife for his slow love. nHe shakes his head as he climbs into bed, nGrits his teeth as he moves between the sheets. nMorgan feels like sudden laughter when he sees. nnExcellent!nnHe doesn't sleep much on account of a terrible pain in his head. nAnd sometimes Morgan sits up in the loft reading from a book of children's stories. nnNow listennWell I'm not trying to question your decision,nIn my opinion nYou've made an excellent choice. nI don't want to put the doubt in your mind. nIn my head, well, you're just finenExcellent choice.nnJaws no ordinary sucking harder, sagging eyelids & pocked cheeks, nIntelligent the television buzzes & crackles & preaches nMorgan feels like his family have made a conscious effort to cause him misery. nHis taste buds have deserted, sneaking away from his wife's cooking. nMorgan dreads the family meal, clenching one hand under the table.nThe bland wall hangings nod at the food in recognition. They are far too familiar with one another.nMorgan's work for minimum wage is no comfort. nHe thinks about the items that have sapped his money over the years, shoe polish, oven cleaner, vacuum bags, sugar substitute. nA pathetic collection of unwanted gifts and dream-sapping commerce.nAny creative reserves once stored are long gone.nMorgan seethes at the realisation he has given his children too much of the little he has. nMorgan wishes his family dead. nnWell I'm not trying to alter your opinionnI'm so happy that you've finally found your voice.nI don't want to put the doubt in your mindnIn my head you're just fine. nExcellent Choice. nWell done sir.nnLacking imagination, and full of despair, Morgan turns tail and leaves without a word.nThe door shuts compliantly as he moves outside.nSlips slightly on the spit-covered steps of his estate.nMorgan crunches down the path with regular, driven feet, pushing through the grey clouds escaping his mouth. nApproaching the train tracks, he sighs, lays flat across the line, and shuts his eyes.