Silly Man Comments

The yellow single bulb of light clashed with the white light of six long tubes hanging horizontally about the ceiling. It created almost a warm feeling except the luminescence of the stone floored basement allowed a feeling of solitude, which was cold. The way it defined every inch down there, tracing the rim of each empty bottle and can, it was eerie. Everything was still, void of a warm touch.

Of course, he had the fan on his xbox to keep him company, and the persistent dripping of water from the sump-pump in the corner. Occasionally some footsteps couldn't help but be heard from o'er head. The thin ceiling didn't do much to keep the close sounds, which should be distant, actually distant. Ah, and we mustn't forget the all too loud tick…tick…tick of his wrist watch. Damned thing has always been loud.
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