Tad Williamson woke in time to catch the last half of Sports Center on ESPN—the 2:00pm edition. He turned on a lamp next to the bed, as the cramped room had no windows. It was a feature the bright-eyed realtor with a penchant for tight skirts and extra-high heels had tried to talk around. “A perfect dark room,” she’d told Tad. “Or a home gym, or even just a really big walk-in closet.”
Tad Williamson woke in time Screw that.
Tad had forgone the master suite with the nice windows overlooking the park across the street. He’d moved his bed to the “black hole” as he liked to call it. It was quiet, cool, and with the exception of a modicum that leaked under the door, void of light. Custom made for a guy who liked to sleep away the day and wander about the night. Propped on a couple of pillows
