From a Dead Sleep

His lips curled in satisfaction when he felt an aluminum cylinder in his hand. Out came an unopened can of beer that had dwelled there unnoticed for months. Sean pulled himself to a seated position and straightened his stiff neck before punching open the tab. Warm but wet, the contents felt good sliding down his parched throat. It would have gone better with the pizza he’d devoured last night, but a dry belch of layered cheese and pepperoni did make for a more complete breakfast.