Paul sat on the edge of the bed staring blankly out the window, the sky was dark and the rain heavy.  He glanced off to his side, an old bedside table with a tape recorder sat on it was there, he shuffled down the bed to get closer.  

Wiping off a layer of dust with his hand, he’d lean in as his finger pushed down on the record button, after a brief moment of silence he’d inhale and begin to speak.