Nap Dock
It is 8:15 PM, and my eyes slide open to reveal the evening sun sliding around on asphalt and brick.The demons are gone.
I climb out of my broken chair and stretch, as birds call to me from the woods behind the shells of buildings. 18 wheel truck trailers loom about.
My car starts and I pull her old hulk away from the loading dock and head toward home.
I am ok.
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