Reminds me of Innertown Pub, the urine smelling dive bar I would visit every day to play pool. I was wounded and fucked up and scared that whole summer (and beyond) but that place was special because it was MINE. A safe haven from abuse.
Put on the robe, turn on adult swim or whatever, crank the ac, eat a late night snack in one bed and sleep in the other. The freedom of impersonal liminal space.
