Although the gasoline was sealed in a plastic barrel, one could still smell the strong scent of gasoline.
Next to the gasoline barrel was an oil drum, holding not quite half a barrel of oil. And both barrels were placed at the head of Derren's bed.
There, by the side of the bed, sat the motorcycle. With just a turn of his head, one could see the shiny, elevated handles, and overall, this Harley Fat Boy really was a beautifully designed work of art.
The alarm clock at the head of the bed began to ring, Derren's eyelids twitched, and then he opened his eyes, groggily reaching with his hand toward the bedside table on his right.
He found the alarm clock, pressed it down, and stopped the ringing, Derren then closed his eyes again, laid back down, and turned over with a yawn.
Derren wanted to snooze for a bit longer, but soon after, his nose twitched, and then he suddenly opened his eyes.