First draft #1

Adam woke soon after dawn.

The curtains had not been properly drawn the night before. A thin sheet of light was passing through the chink into the room.

Illuminating the thick, dusty air, it reflected first off the mirror on the back wall, then obliquely off the glass-topped bedside table. Into his face.

Physics, sometimes, can be incredibly frustrating.

He turned to face the shadows.

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