Sunrise over Sodden Trousers

see also: Part 1, Part 2



The Morning After, pt. 3:



Sitting up now, keenly aware of the early-morning office drones already switching on the lights in the dark tower across the street, he surveyed the area somewhat desperately for his pants. Ah, yes - just over th--

There was a rustling from behind the plastic topiary. A slumberous female voice crawled out from behind it and up into his ears, sounding as if it were somehow speaking in slow motion: "You up already? Geez. Kinda early."




To be continued....