Team Sleep - Delorian
....eyes opened again to the sight of the water stained
ceiling. Where am I? sounds of cars outside make me think of a
highway motel. Lights, neon. Typical.
There is the faint smell of damp piss rising up from the carpet and
there is some movement in the bathroom.
Don’t really know who I want to see coming out of there. There is a tv on the table by the wall, by
the door, what the hell are these wood panels on the walls, good god have I
been sent back to the seventies?
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