Apon entering his eyes swept over the scene that greeted him in the master bedroom. The wastebasket by the bed was filled to brim and overflowing. He noted two empty tissue boxes, and an empty bag of cough drops on the floor. His eyes slowly traveled the bread crumb trail of empty wrappers on the floor that led to the top of the nightstand and lastly the haphazard comforter on the bed. The only indication that the bed was inhabited was the mass of black hair spilling out between the mounds of pillows and blankets.
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