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First night in this apartment and sleep didn’t come easily. It was all Zelen’s fault. Apparently, he had decided his snores should wake the entire block.
Tired of tossing and turning, I got up. Ceris had made sure the heat was on and set to a high temperature before going to bed, so I left the room in my pajamas pants and without a shirt.
Barefoot, I walked along the hardwood floor trying not to make a lot of noise. I halted when I entered the living room, not sure what I wanted to do. There was no TV, no radio, and no books. I could exercise a little—I guess burning some pent-up energy wouldn’t be a bad idea—but I would probably make a lot of noise and wake everyone.
In the end, I headed to the kitchen, grabbed a beer from the fridge, and sat on one of the stools around the island.
