Do you know how hard it is to write 60 f'king words!?
She opened her eyes, waiting until her vision to adjust. The ground was cold where she lay, her head ached. Weary, she stood, looking towards the noise. There he sat, slumped in his recliner, snoring. A beer bottle held in his hand, dangled near the floor. Fearing she'd suffer the same fate, she cleaned the unit, lest he wake up.