Tom had decided to move to a small town to be away from everything and be quiet, after the moving truck arrived exactly an hour after him, bringing down all the boxes with his belongings.

Tired, he sat on a sofa in front of the window which overlooked the house next door and just to another window, letting out a grunt, he closed his eyes, sighing because he was tired of carrying boxes all day.

— what a shit day—

Tom hissed, lighting a cigarette, placing it between his thin lips.