10-09-2013, 03:36 PM
His building was a short walk from the metro station. As forecasted, a blanket of gray clouds soon thickened, and the promise of rain soon whipped little beads on his face. A gloomy day to fit his worn mood.
A good day to sleep.
It would be a short, but heavy rest. An alarm was set to wake him many hours ahead of usual. Combined with the layover at that dive bar, his mind was not going to be sharp for tonight's meeting.
John Smith. The man was a legend. Enough of one that Jensen seriously thought more than once about cancelling. In the end, he labored up the stairs to his place -- the building didn't have a lock on the front entrance -- shoved soggy boots in a corner, and collapsed on the couch without even bothering to pull down the Murphy Bed. He'd be putting it back up in a few hours anyway unless John preferred crawling over furniture.
A good day to sleep.
It would be a short, but heavy rest. An alarm was set to wake him many hours ahead of usual. Combined with the layover at that dive bar, his mind was not going to be sharp for tonight's meeting.
John Smith. The man was a legend. Enough of one that Jensen seriously thought more than once about cancelling. In the end, he labored up the stairs to his place -- the building didn't have a lock on the front entrance -- shoved soggy boots in a corner, and collapsed on the couch without even bothering to pull down the Murphy Bed. He'd be putting it back up in a few hours anyway unless John preferred crawling over furniture.