A small room above a bay window. A single bed, a table and chair, and a sink. I could manage something larger, with more conveniences, but I could never match the view.
Beside the door, about six feet up, three large nails driven into the wall. From left to right: a pair of binoculars, a red flannel jacket and a coat-hanger belonging to Valetor Cleaners.
Below the jacket, a pair of rubber boots. And below them, yesterday's paper, covered in mud.