January 11, 2012
Corey couldn't shake Jon Secada's song, Just Another Day, from his head today. When the shower stopped, he tried to trace strands of DNA on the shower doors to no avail, thinking about his move into an apartment at the end of the month. He would miss all of the muted background noises outside: the neighbor's big van next door, the bird's uninhibited chirping, occasional clattering across the roof tiles, the frequent lull of cars and trucks driving down Ford Road. What new sounds would he become conditioned to at the apartment? Only the slow passage of time will tell.