(Photo copyright: Douglas M. Macllroy)
The day sped by as they unpacked box after box. Bill woke around three in the morning, from the cries of their daughter, Evy. Her fever spiked to one hundred and two point six. After her medicine, diaper change, and goodnight kiss, he decided to do some work in the living room.
For the first time all day, he was able to put his feet up and focus on the art for the new ad campaign. Although the mess on the table next to him beckoned for his attention, as the image loaded he drifted off to sleep.