Condo One

Condo One Jesse Zimmerman Jeff cursed himself in his thoughts. The freshly risen sun gleamed through the subway window, straight into his blurry eyes. The window was black again in seconds, the train once again zooming through a tunnel. He lowered his head, his lids shut hard, bracing himself for the next bout of overwhelming light, while in his hands he clasped a steaming cup of Tim's, the coffee vapours and the shaking of the train the only thing keeping him awake. "Why did I need that much wine?" he asked himself as his head throbbed. "Got to stop drinking when there's work the next day." And then he wondered when would be a good time to drink since every day now he had a shift the following day. He had not had a single day off in nearly two weeks, an arrangement he both liked and hated. What else was he going to do when he was just straight working every day for so long? The sunlight struck again, the insides of his eyelids going br