It's a Monday; August 29th if I recall. I sit on the bottom stairs of my staircase close to my white front door. I gaze down at my right hand. I notice that it is sweaty and I realize just how tightly I was grasping the twenty dollar bill. I think to myself how much joy can be brought out by a simple green piece of paper, and the disappointment. Now the gaze switches to my left hand, more specifically the blue and grey Timex watch that surrounds my wrists. The time is 7:22. It's been thirty-seven minutes since the arrangement has been made. Thirty-seven minutes of anxious, monotonous time eating away at me, while at the same time the excitement and expectations grow. Part of me wanted to remain in the vacuum of time between the idea and the unsure but still satisfying result. The time is now 7:23 and I hear it. A single ring echos throughout my house, then another one, just like the first. I run to the white door and quickly, almost dangerously open the door. Marcus is standing there, with his his light blue shirt labeled Domino's and his black bag of what is soon to be 7:30-8:00. I'm flushed. We both stand there in silence for what felt like hours, but in truth a couple seconds. He asks me for $18.67

and reaches out his arm to which I reply by extending my right arm and relinquishing the $20 dollar bill which I had become accustomed to. He didn't ask for change. He didn't need to. We had both been put at peace. He reaches into the black carrying case of his and pulls out a thin white 2ft by 2ft box with two dominoes printed on the lid. He transfers the box to me and excuses himself back to his vehicle. Still in my doorway, I lean down and Smell Sausage, Cheese, Pepperoni, and Tomato Sauce. I close the white door. I am ready.