Late at night, he’d think about himself and his behavior when he was younger. Was there something that he’d forgotten? It seemed that every time he’d think back on days gone by – something would always slip his mind and was soon replaced with some sort of half-hearted regret. Embarrassment, discomfort and sadness were all that he could invoke from his memory.
“What’s wrong with you?” his wife asked.
–Startled, he raised his head. “Nothing,” he replied. “Nothing’s wrong with me. I’m just tired, I guess.”