[He does. For a moment, he gets the impression that the laugh is more dangerous than the bed could ever have been. Fleeting. Gone, almost as quickly as it came.
He closes the door behind him. Carefully, so it doesn't echo. Shuts off the light in the main room. Stumbles in the dark for his room. Outside he can hear cars whir past. The shouting in the parking lot. The thrum of bass.
But it doesn't sound so clear, beneath the rushing in his ears.
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He closes the door behind him. Carefully, so it doesn't echo. Shuts off the light in the main room. Stumbles in the dark for his room. Outside he can hear cars whir past. The shouting in the parking lot. The thrum of bass.
But it doesn't sound so clear, beneath the rushing in his ears.
Sleep doesn't come easily, when it comes at all.]