Sheets as vestments of sloth; prolonged dreams and drool.
This is sleeping too much, too late.
A challenge of gluttony. Competitors arranged. Ten pledged dollars apiece for the cause. Five more as a tip for the three beautiful whores behind the counter at the down-the-road pizza shop. Starving anticipation. Cheese and grease, bread and beef. Soda-elixirs and the therapy of belching. The satisfactory bloating of excessive nourishment.
This is eating half a pizza and an entire cheesesteak for pride and for hunger.
Entering my room:
"You must gather your party before venturing forth."
This is Baldur's Gate, too much, too late.
