Post by Drummer on Aug 27, 2003 22:07:12 GMT -5
Drummer dragged himself back to the cafe, feeling at a loss. He still couldn't believe his home had burned down. He walked through the kitchen of the cafe over to the stairs leading to the loft. He headed up the stairs.
The upstairs loft was basically empty, other than an old sofa and it also served as storage for the cafe below. Boxes of supplies sat stacked on the far wall.
Drummer plopped onto the sofa, nearly drowning in his random thoughts. He was exhausted and lonely, longing for a friendly face. Amidst the images of his burnt home and his thoughts of what to do next, he fell asleep.
The upstairs loft was basically empty, other than an old sofa and it also served as storage for the cafe below. Boxes of supplies sat stacked on the far wall.
Drummer plopped onto the sofa, nearly drowning in his random thoughts. He was exhausted and lonely, longing for a friendly face. Amidst the images of his burnt home and his thoughts of what to do next, he fell asleep.