"Make it stop," Eric whines, trying to bury his face in Feeny's shoulder, at the clock's shrill cry. "The weekend can't be over already!"
Feeny's lips brush the top of Eric's head as he murmurs, "Time waits for no man," but as Eric lifts his head and their lips touch again, George finds himself thinking that perhaps he can be late for just this one Monday morning.
The End