Guesswork

Mugged by the air the day dreamed on long past half-past nine. A man who had suffered not nearly as much as he should have neatly folds his ego away into a glass suitcase. Taking no chances he advances. What actually happened next had everything to do with glass suitcases, but, as usual he guessed wrongly. No connection betwixt one thing and another was made and so, what may have happened failed entirely to make its timely appearance. It was five minutes past four in the afternoon before what did not happen, finally showed up panting and quite out of breath, but by then, neither he nor anyone else cared.