Clive handed the package over to the woman at the till. She took it, surprised as the heavy weight dropped into her hands.

Clive fumbled about in his pockets for some change and passed it over to the woman. He took a sip of his coffee, the only thing keeping him awake. It was funny really. He just wanted to sleep, but every sip took his a step further away from it.

The woman smiled and said, "It should arrive by tomorrow,"

Clive nodded, the woman's voice miles away.

He left the post office, and drowned the rest of his coffee.

He looked up at the sky.