Night Walk

"Sleeping out?"

The television was streaking bright lights across the living room, some action thriller about crime families was on, churning out as much gunfire and explosions from the speaker grilles to outclass any world war from before - which just adds to the authentic feeling, I'm sure. They don't even seem to need to reload either.

Dad was planted on his favorite one-seated, a refreshing yellowish drink swiveling with a mountain of ice in one hand, remote in the other, and glancing from the near distance of the foot of the stairs, I could almost see an uncanny resemblance between him and one of those machine gun-wielding tuxedo men on screen…

I decided against pointing out this astute observation of mine to him, muttering a faint, "Yeah, I am," to his question which he somehow managed to hear over all the pandemonium.

"I see," He muttered back, then returned his focus back to his nightly entertainment. "Take care of yourself, goodnight."