*Challenge #99: cold and windy* Title: At My Window Notes: No beta, all mistakes are mine. I couldn't sleep last night, so I wrote this in bed on my phone. I think I have drabble issues. :-P And the condom goes to: Cynthia
Brian stared out his window, watching headlights move to unknown destinations. The night was clear, yet bitterly cold and windy. Restless, he paced the floor, thinking about going out. Surely there was something or someone out there that would relax him. He absently lit a cigarette, but the nausea welled up as soon as he took the first drag.
He sank weakly onto the sofa, breathing deeply, willing himself not to throw up. Finally, the nausea subsided. Still restless, but too sick to do anything about it, Brian finally fell into fitful sleep as the wind continued to wail outside.