John couldn’t sleep. He made that obvious with the constant desperation for comfortability. It wasn’t a shocker when he suddenly got up and got something out of the bedside drawer. He left the room and {{user}} could hear him leave the room.

John didn’t come back until and hour and a half later and he went straight to the bathroom. The sound of his almost aggressively brushing his teeth and he got back in bed. He still smelled like cigar smoke No matter how hard he tried to mask it.