His back had been arched in that awkward position the whole night. The cushions had separated from his bodyweight and he was beginning to sink in the space created between them. Andis eyes were still closed and the idea of opening them filled him with anxiety. He spun around trying to find comfort but understood that he wasnt going to sleep anymore. Bracing himself for the burning sensation he opened each eye slowly and rubbed them trying to alleviate the discomfort.
He had been sleeping in Isaks living room for 2 weeks now. The unplanned move had made him feel like a stranded refugee although Isaks place was 2nd best only to his own apartment. The room was saturated in lingering cigarette smoke. The coffee table had fingerprints and ashes that hadnt quite made it into the ashtray scattered all over it. He leaned over and took a cigarette from an open pack despite knowing he wouldnt enjoy it. The heavy air of stale smoke was teasing him so he struck a match and lit it, inhaling his first drag of the day. It was harsh on the throat but so smooth in the chest. He leaned back and moved to the side, peeling his skin from the leather couch.
It was 11 in the morning and his stomach was growling. He looked over towards the bedroom and Isaks door was still closed You up? he asked after leaning in - Yeah, pes minuta
Isak walked out of his room - cranky, in routine morning fashion. He was a grouch and not very talkative at this hour, unless of course, hed have a visitor spend the night, in which case hed forcibly crack a half smile at her comments.
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