The Warehouse

He woke up the following morning with a nagging headache. He was surprised to see that the T.V was still on and that he had slept off while watching cartoons. He thought of starting the day with some few episodes but the rash headache seemed to disagree with him and denied him the opportunity. He forced himself to get out of bed in order search and to get a remedy. With his head dizzy, he attempted to look at the wall clock behind his bed. 

From the quick glance he was able to capture, it read 7:01pm. He got out of his room in a bid to go downstairs. 

Carefully, he made his way down the stairs. Looking through the demarcating centralized space of the living room and the kitchen, he could get a very good view of all the various angles of the warehouse. From the view, he could see the house to be more of a hotel than a warehouse. He was not aware that the place he was living in was a warehouse for hard-drugs. He was just in the belie