Well, well, what the fuck could it be this time?
I sobered up from the mindblowing service just now, feeling the need to laugh so as not to cry at the next fucking catastrophe coming our way.
Henry stood up and stepped down at the end of the mattress, while I pulled my boxers up and got down from the side of the bed.
We both walked to the high floor-to-ceiling windows straight ahead while evading the bunch of things standing around.
Although I noted that there was no toilet paper in my boxers, which had probably been sent to the past while I slept, and ipsofacto was not there when… happened what had happened, I couldn't muster up any relief or happiness.
Because the closer we came to the window, the more distinctive the slight cracking sound became.
And the closer we came, the more we saw of the view.
