He came in for a glass of water.
But now, in the dim, dark and cool, he has another idea. One he tries to push away. It settles in, like a friend or lover, makes itself comfortable. The water is still running, his glass overflowing. He shuts off the tap and tries very hard to not think. To make his mind blank. Like he learned.
He wakes up on the kitchen floor. Pulling himself up, he doesn’t remember how he got there. His glass is still next to the sink. A car pulls in the drive, and he heads outside.