Solace

Today's going to be a good day. I just have that feeling. I woke up knowing everything is going to be okay.

I reached for my glasses, setting on my nightstand and gave them a nice cleaning. I put them on. As my world came into focus I thought about how everything is going great for me.

I got these awesome Star Wars Pez dispensers.

My Claire Bear is alive and well, and she doesn't remember anything about my shady going-ons.

Mike the Suit is still in Libya.

But the main reason for my extreme feeling of comfort and solace is Sylar. Yes, Gabriel Gray, behind bars, locked away in the bowels of Primatech. Nobody on the outside even aware of his captivity.

And the glorious part is the pain he's in. He deserves so much more for what he did to Eden. I'm just happy he can wallow in his own filth coveting the life of his only cellmate, a lowly cockroach.

Ah, yes, a great day indeed!

Birds chirping.

A cool breeze blowing through the trees.

Blind squirrels finding nuts.

Jake struggling inside my duffel bag.

All signs that this day will be wonderful. I can hardly wait to get to work!