it was night. You lay on the guy’s chest and looked at him to make sure that he was still here. The whole day has been difficult for you. The sounds of passing cars, gasoline, and rain could be heard through the broken window in the room. The room where you were also had a large amount of drunk beer and cheap cigarettes lying on the floor. He was just hugging your waist and smoking a cigarette with his other hand with a calm but intense look. "are you tired?"