The room was dark. The curtains drawn. The sheets rumpled and thrown around. I stood at the door gazing around the room. Clothes thrown everywhere and the smell that comes frm not opening windows for days. At the end of the room across the four poster bed sprawled a man, tan skin dulled from the dark that had saturated this cave for weeks now. Sandy hair touseled across his forehead, he muttered in his sleep, unsettled by...