Dzinski awoke, and after a tense moment of confusion, realized he’d fallen asleep in his armchair. His half-empty glass almost slipping from his fingers, and the screen in front of him showing nothing but static.
He heaved himself up and stood in the darkened living room, then crossed and turned off the television.
Muted yelling came from somewhere. He guessed his neighbour had just gotten in and his wife was giving him a piece of her mind. Laying his ear against the bathroom wall he heard that he was right.
“Keep it down,” he hollered, before shuffling off to bed.