Runaway

I fell asleep in Central Park under a tree with a bottle of Jack in my hand.

I could hear voices.

“Is she dead?”

“Na, I think she’s sleeping.”

“Are you sure she looks pretty dead?”

“She looks cold.”

“Can we take her home?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because she’s a stray.”

“Matt, she’s not a dog.”

“Where’s she going to stay, then?”

“She can stay at our house”

“Fine get her in the car.”

I felt someone lifting me up I was to drunk to even care.

I just pulled Jack closer to me and fell asleep.

I felt the car stop and someone carry me again.

Then I was set down on something soft, it was a bed I hadn’t been in a bed for so long.

I felt Jack being taken out of my hands.

“Jack” I whined opening my eyes and reaching out for my bottle.

“Shhhh, go to sleep” A very tall guy shushed me.

I whined and reached for it again, “Noooooo”

He pulled covers over me and made me lay back down.

He hummed to me softly until I finally passed out.