The room stank. Sweat, dirty sheets, the stale smell of beer unfinished in open cans on the desk. The room was stuffy, warm, unbearable. All the windows were shut tight, and a loud snoring came from a blanketed lump on the bed. The lump did not stir. To the right of the lump lay Grant, buck naked, still covered in a slick sheen of perspiration. He was warm, too warm. He was staring directly upwards at the ceiling, wide awake.
Through the Window
Through the Window
Through the Window
The room stank. Sweat, dirty sheets, the stale smell of beer unfinished in open cans on the desk. The room was stuffy, warm, unbearable. All the windows were shut tight, and a loud snoring came from a blanketed lump on the bed. The lump did not stir. To the right of the lump lay Grant, buck naked, still covered in a slick sheen of perspiration. He was warm, too warm. He was staring directly upwards at the ceiling, wide awake.