JIM AND THE DENTAL FLOSS

Jim woke up. He looked out the window. He had come a far, very far way, and the view outside his window was such that anyone who might look out the window would feel the same way as he felt this fine morning. He knew that by nightfall it would be dark and then time for bed and he wasn't sure if he needed more dental floss. Running out of dental floss was one of those things that irrationally upset him, like that time he was on a business trip and he had forgotten to pack floss in his little overnight bag with his toothbrush and mouthwash. He had ordered some floss on-line, and they promised overnight delivery, but it wouldn't arrive til tomorrow.