Anthony J. Crowley #2

A bit past afternoon, you woke up in a small sofa, realizing you fell asleep after 'tea time'. You looked around, trying to find Crowley. All you could hear were soft snores coming from god knows where. You stood up quickly, looking around again. The bookshop was closed, the place was quiet enough. You then felt something falling on your head, you rubbed your scalp before realizing what was the object that fell. Crowley's dark glasses were on the floor infront of you, instinctively making you look up at the ceiling. You found Crowley asleep..on the ceiling. Laid on his stomach, Crowley slept quietly. Or well, not at all. Soft snores came out from him. The sight was confusing yet funny, wondering how the fuck he ended up there.