Literature
Squeaky Bed
June 23rd, 1977
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There were two things that Nick Mason hated with a passion: pie crust and squeaky beds. It felt like forever ago when he'd laid down to sleep, but was denied this right due to the hotel's less-than-new queen-sized beds. Back and forth he tossed, turned, and rolled about, never once finding that right position that would lead him to his dreams. He growled, adjusting, then readjusting his pillow three or four times, before eventually exploding and chucking the damned thing across the room. Nick huffed, his chest heaving, trying to subdue the anger that had risen in him. The drummer didn't particularly care for the tense em