C132 Indecision

The rumpled blankets are evidence of Kingsley's restless night as he sleeps, sprawled over his bed.

Except for the dim golden light that filters through the borders, the room is dark and subdued, due to the closed drapes.

The floor is littered with empty champagne bottles, a silent reminder of his fruitless attempts to block out his thoughts.

His tie dangles loosely from the bedpost