Lance collapsed onto the bed for a moment, catching his breath. His mind was still spinning, but reality started to creep back in.
He sat up, stretched, and reached over to turn off the camera. The red recording light went dark, leaving the room quiet except for the hum of the laptop.
He removed the mask from his face and placed the camera neatly on the table next to the laptop.
There was editing to do, he needed to make sure everything was ready before sending it to Ansel but first, there were more practical tasks.
Like changing the sheets, again!
With a resigned sigh, Lance stripped the bed, tossing the used sheets into the washer.
He pulled out the clean set and carefully made the bed, smoothing every corner.
Another set of sheets down, two washes in a single day, he still couldn't believe it.
