Ein woke up in the guest bedroom, disoriented for a moment. The first thing he saw was the abstract oil painting of a cyan sea staring right at him from the wall.
There was some sort of art piece in every corner—a small sculpture on top of a drawer, a painting on the wall, a quirky rug. Adriel's apartment might as well have been his own personal art gallery.
Sunlight streamed through the blinds, casting golden streaks across the room. He rubbed his eyes and glanced at the clock. It was mid-morning.
After taking a deep breath, he decided it was time to face the day. He'd have to take care of his furniture situation today—find another storage unit and move everything there. His head throbbed slightly at the thought of it, but it had to be done.
