Jake woke up and straggled into the bathroom for his morning duties before opening the outside door and picking the paper up from the steps.
Sitting down with a cup of coffee, more like a triple espresso than a regular brew, he turned to the lottery results.
“Holy shit,” he said aloud as he checked the numbers.
It looked like he’d won, if not the grand prize, at least a big chunk of change.
He kept double checking the numbers over and over again until he was satisfied that indeed he had really won the big one, something like $7.8 million, plus or minus a few hundred grand, depending on how many last minute tickets were sold.
He sat there stunned, thoughts coming by the hundreds each minute, of what he’d do with the money, how it would change his life.
And then reality hit for just a moment.
