Dr. NoSleep

He had camel brand cigarettes.

Camels.

Camels live in deserts.

Deserts are hot.

Hot equals summer.

Summer is three months.

July is the hottest month.

Ergo, it was July, and he knew this to be true, because it was indeed very hot, and the cigarette smoke clung to his greasy, sticky hair.

So it was July then.

July the 4th.

That's a holiday.

Holiday Inn?

No, no, too expensive, and not to mention the first place they'd look.

So he was somewhere cheaper than a Holiday Inn.

The days ran together now at such a rapid pace that he was certain he'd only slept for several hours.

The sunlight poured in through the dark curtains like a peeping Tom, and he scurried away from it.

It wasn't the sun that frightened him, but rather the exposure.

He had tried his best to get a windowless room, but the toothless hick of a clerk with those glassy eyes that lolled around in her eye's sockets like a deer moments before the impact was of no help.

took the trash bags out of the cans, and covered the window with them as much as he could.

The darkness gave him security, and it brought him some degree of comfort to know they couldn't peer inside.