Waiting for an opening

First Lieutenant Jimmy Cross carried letters from a girl named Martha, a junior at Mount Sebastian College in New Jersey.

-Tim O'Brien, "The Things They Carried"

So I'm supposed to be writing an opening line. A Six Sentence exercise with another writer, Quin Brown. We'll alternate sentences. I'll start, I said. We'll sent it to Robert, for Six Sentences.
I've not written my opening line. Q has reminded me of this.

None of them knew the color of the sky.

- Stephen Crane, "Open Boat"

It's not like I'm slacking. I just want the first line to be good. It sets the tone, I think, for all that comes next.
Besides, I know Q will do a fine job with the next sentence.

As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a monstrous vermin.

-Franz Kafka, "Metamorphosis"

I did pen a few things down. On paper, yes. As the twilight crept toward dark.
I'm mulling them over.
Figuring which opening sentence to sent Q's way.
When the 6S is complete and Robert puts it up, I'll post it here, too.