He stretched his frame to its fullest extent and yawned, then clambered down out of his bunk and made a beeline for the ancient four-cup coffeepot on his extremely narrow kitchen countertop.
Late night, but totally worth it, he assured himself as he dumped the old grounds into the trash and replaced them with a fresh scoop.
Once the machine had started up, he glanced at the clock. Six-forty-three a.m.
I'll have breakfast first, then go check on Jake. Not like he's going anywhere.
The thought made him giggle, and the sound echoed eerily through the small living space.
He pivoted and moved four steps forward and one to the right to enter the cramped shower stall/toilet combination.
Sell your formula to the right people, you can pay cash for one of those monster motorhomes that actually
