Sasha was dozing on the couch as one infomercial after another played on the screen. He decided he should get up and properly get ready for bed.
In the bathroom, as he brushed his teeth, he thought about Avery. He wondered if he got to whatever it was he wanted to do tonight. Then he started to wonder if he would actually call or was he just being polite.
"Probably polite," he whispered then washed his face. He shuffled off to his room and flopped down onto his bed. In no time he was asleep, dreaming about his daughter, Alexander the Great...and Avery.