He sat waiting, just waiting, no cogitations, no vexations, pure bliss. This is the life Sam yearned for, a utopian, a paradisiacal life. He could only wish this upon himself, this however was not the life Sam lived. Sam a somber middle class working man, lived a life of agony, apprehension, and repugnance. He watched as a sole leaf fell from a decaying oak outside his office window. His chubby hands pressed against his barren face. He could only stare as a teenage couple sat on a bench infatuated with love. He wondered it their parents knew where they were. He could not help but gaze out the window at a world at peace with itself. Sam sat waiting, just waiting with a lone intellection. Would he, Sam Flex, feel love again, could he love after all that has happened. Tears were now trickling down Sam’s sorrowful face. He wanted to leave the chair he was on, but he couldn’t, people were watching. He was powerless in this vast world that lay within reach. He could now hear footsteps closing in on the room.