This one is long and thin. A yellow hue. Damp floor. Lino.
My eyes struggle to stay open. I’m just glad of a spot of relief. I’m leaving in just a few hours, To go back home. I peel back days of... A thousand worms uncanned this week... I’ll be trying to untie from some of them, with my megabus home. Some though are rooted in, and require a little care.
The room is everything required of it. There is no time to exploit the space here, what I need now is forty winks.
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