September 2010
1 post
Late
He rose up; before he even opened his eyes, he let out a scream, in self-disgust, “Oh, Fuck!” As quick as it was for him to say this, he was on his feet and grasping for the clothes that lay around the room; his eyes still heavy. He grabs a pair of pants, off of the arm of a chair in the corner of the room, a shirt that lay beside him in the bed, just seconds before, and jumps into the...
