Sensation

Something Rock had imagined or designed or written had become an internet sensation. He couldn't remember what it was, though he had spent much of the night stewing over it with at least a handful of characters. He also couldn't remember who he sent it to, but whoever it was had apparently forwarded it to people in charge of some sort of commercial enterprise that was now eager to begin an advertising campaign.
Rock climbed out of bed with an intent to clean a bit. He knew people would soon begin to arrive.
He wondered why his phone had not yet rung and suddenly remembered he had calls to make. It was nearly nine a.m., and he needed to call people at Oaklawn Park for a story.
As Rock ate a PayDay bar, he heard a garbage truck approach his house and began to look for his shoes.