The Chairman woke up in fear when he heard someone riffling through his nightstand. He sat up and looked at the two people in his dimly lit bedroom. Overwhelming fear shook him to his very core. He thought of grabbing his gun from his nightstand.
However, all he saw were pieces of his firearm on the nightstand. Someone had dismantled his gun while he was sleeping. And he had not heard a thing. Lately, he had been sleeping a little earlier and a little deeper.
Perhaps, he was a little lethargic because he did not have anything to do.
Or maybe, his health had deteriorated due to the constant drinking he did throughout the day. His wife had long left him, and he had no children. Without a job, he could only fill the emptiness with alcohol. It kept him relaxed while he plotted an escape from the mire of his life.