What a night

Jim was prone to violent nightmares, and hadn’t slept well Thursday, but he’d had a great Friday night. Saw all of his friends. Pretty girl smiled at him at the bar. As he stumbled towards the subway, realized that he’d left his credit card at the bar- grinned- he’d get it tomorrow.

The subway ride was uneventful- the engineer drove a bit too fast for his taste, but got him to his stop. He exited the train muttering under his breath, but still quite content with the evening, and once on the street, lit a blissful cigarette. He hummed an unidentifiable melody as he walked to his apartment, didn’t flinch at the panhandlers.

Struggled with the key, but got into his home.

He went straight for his headphones. The big, noise-cancelling ones. Plugged the cord into his cell phone and, stuffed that back in his pocket after he put on his favourite album.

He didn’t take his shoes off before he got into bed, which was unusual. But he lay there on his back, listened to the song, and drifted off to sleep.

They found him 3 weeks later- strangled to death by the headphone cord.