Sunlight strains through cracks in the filthy blinds, casting shadows. A stale, humid air hangs heavy, the smell of stale cigarettes and cheap cologne clinging to the threadbare curtains. A half-eaten bag of chips sits next to a bong stained with brown gunk.

Jesse groans, pushes himself up, and stumbles toward the bathroom. He catches his reflection in the cracked mirror above the sink - pale skin, dark circles under his eyes.

“Damn sun..too damn bright for this headache”