been dazed | fiction
East London in your early twenties
Gabriel woke in the corner of a room on a mattress. The taste of gin; the smell of stale human sweat. A warm body pulsed beside him. He opened his eyes to meet a ceiling he did not recognise. A bare lightbulb. Inside of him something felt like it was rotting.
‘Where is tomorrow?’ he said.
‘Waiting for you,’ A voice mumbled.
Smoke hung i…