How he got stuck with this gigantic child he couldn’t fathom, but at least the fucker was asleep. Now if only he wouldn’t toss and turn at night and creak the futon that would be wonderful.
Leo was usually a light sleeper, but seeing that he was rather delirious, he slept without moving for most of the night. Nothing changed, however, when he woke the next morning. It was his circadian rhythm to rise with the sun, and so he did. His generous host might have to excuse his large appetite and gnawing hunger, one he tried to sate by fixing breakfast at that ungodly hour. The tone of rattling and chinking and clattering was incessant.
