Peephole: A short story

I wrote this back in 2006. I don’t even know what inspired it. A friend and former co-worker reminded me of it, so I thought I would share for the masses (at least the tiny group that will ever read my blog).
Enjoy! And thanks Lisa Mason for the inadvertent reminder!

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It was 9:30am. A time of productivity for some but not for Jason. He was sleeping happily — his mind telling a tale of naked tennis stars, with him as a ballboy, to keep itself occupied while the body rested. The score was 40-30 when an odd bell sound shattered his pseudo-reality. Groggily, he got his bearings in time to hear it again. It was the doorbell, announcing an unexpected visitor. As Jason worked from home, this usually meant UPS or FedEx was delivering something that he could turn into money. Money being good, he conquered his equilibrium and got up.
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