He was lying face down in his bed, clad in only a pair of white briefs.
The floor was scattered with clothing and the stench of unwashed underwear filled the air. I shoved open his bedroom door and found him passed out on the mattress. I stormed through the apartment, looking for him. Grant is a useless slob! I’m always cleaning up after him!
My bewilderment faded as I took in the mess again - and as the stench fully filled my nostrils and my lungs - and was replaced with only cold rage.
