An Early Flight From England....
Sighing with relief, Sean switches on the lights to his dusty living room and lugs his heavy suitcases in, tiredly depositing them in the hallway. Not bothering to unpack yet, he yawns as he shrugs off his coat and dumps it on the sofa, walking towards the master bedroom. Peeping in, he is pleased to see that it is at least clean and well-kept, evidence that the part-time maid had been doing her work.
Kicking off his shoes, he slips under the covers and almost immediately he is fast asleep, dreaming of long, horrid flights that never seemed to end and beastly custom searches that hindered him towards his destination.
Kicking off his shoes, he slips under the covers and almost immediately he is fast asleep, dreaming of long, horrid flights that never seemed to end and beastly custom searches that hindered him towards his destination.