He laid down on the couch and tried to let sleep take him as he glanced out the window at the falling snow.
The next thing he knew he was being jolted awake by the sharpest pain he had felt throughout the day.
He looked at the clock, 5:30. Kris was late. Then his eyes caught the now large amounts of snow falling from the sky. He looked down to the street and saw traffic jam after traffic jam.
He felt more pain in his stomach, this time like he was being stabbed and he ended up yelling and grabbing at the couch for support.
He needed to call Kris.
The phone rang a couple times until his lover answered.