The doberman awakens
with his head pounding and his vision blurry, lying naked on the soft
fabric of foreign bedsheets. It smells like a cheap motel room—stale
cigarette smoke, dust, a hint of mildew and the lingering scent of
occupants long-passed. How much had he had to drink at the club?
“Mm, fuck,” he
groans, sitting up and giving the room a woozy once-over, only to
have his mouth drop open in confusion. Everything, from the bed he's
resting on to the shelves across the room is enormo
Be Careful What You Wish For
By: whimsy
Favorited: 10 years ago
