Somewhere Over the Sun

Entirely, not fully. That was the word he had been searching for, and finally it had come during a middle-of-the-night piss. He flushed and went back to his room, turning on the computer that he kept by his bed. Entirely, not fully, he kept saying, lest the midnight weariness erase the perfect word choice. He hoped the glow of the screen would not keep him from falling back asleep, but there were more important matters at hand.