... by how cold the floor was. The feeling was like a glass of cold water to the face.
The bed creaked as he lifted himself up. Grabbing his coat, he stepped outside. The light from the match as he lit a cigarette was reassuring in the cold dark before dawn.
He stood, leaning his back against the door of his room, and breathed a long, trailing cloud of smoke.
Suddenly, from somewhere in the gloom before him, he heard a car door slam.
