Who: Basilio Agnoli / Dom Cobb
What: Memories Plot
Where: Basilio's house
Things to avoid: Nothing! Give it to me bbs!
One of the good things about the life he lived was his ability to sleep in late. There were very few perks to his job, but the fact that most of it happened under the cover of night was a pretty big one and it meant that he could sleep in as late as he wanted, even on a Sunday morning. It might not have been the same back in New York, when he was frequently asked to drive around one wife or another to Sunday Mass. Sometimes they went in groups and honestly, he was happy to take them. Even now, he knew it for the sign of trust that it was, that the bosses would allow him to protect their wives, sometimes their daughters as well.
But that had been there and now he was here. Stretching in his bed, he waited another couple of moments, enjoying the fact that he didn't have to get up before his bladder reminded him that he needed to get up. Clearing his throat, he got up slowly, rolling the sleep out of his shoulders before standing. The carpet under his feet was soft and slightly warm, unlike the tile in his bathroom. It woke him up a bit more as he relieved himself and washed his hands. He was just returning to his bedroom when the first wave of dizziness hit. Reaching out to his bed, he waited for it to pass -- and when he didn't, he bounced heavily on the mattress as he sat down.