Urey felt a headache.
He thought this probably because of the the way he drank last night... Recently his alcohol dependence increased.
He didn't open his eyes but just gently pressed his forehead, sniffing the dull and even foul smell around him.
The low salary in the art gallery and the large monthly expenses on pigments, brushes, papers and others items forced him have to live in this stuffy and dark basement.
"Oh my God, I'll be late!"
Looking up at the alarm by his bed, Urey hurriedly climbed up, casually looked for some clothes to wear on the floor.
These clothes were thrown on the ground like garbage... A single man may lived like this, and so would a single and poor man.
He finally found some not-that-smelly clothes and put it on before opening the basement door.
"One newspaper, one coffee and a sandwich, the total is..."
"Here you are."
