August 15, 2019 · 10:16 PM
Was it earlier than normal, or was fall hitting harder than she had realized up until the moment she woke ass naked in the dirt? It was hard to tell but she swatted frantically at an ant on her calf and pulled herself together and started the walk back to the little building tucked behind the shop. It was easily her least favorite part of the whole ceremony and routine, the walk of shame back to the car, the slim but present chance of being spotted. Thankfully these days she usually had some sense to her, usually ambled back most of the way before she would sleep.
Time alone had set the routine, clothes that were easy to pull on and off, flip-flops or shoes she could slip on and off. Cellphone, keys, wallet, all tucked neatly in different nooks of the car. She pocketed the bare necessities and frowned as she looked at the time across the screen of her phone. It was earlier, a short run for a full moon but - she felt just as sated.
Sniffing, she rubbed under her eyes, dirt-streaked along her cheeks and caked under her fingernails, elbows, knees - she was filthy, basically. But she had more routine to honor, heading for the building and pulling out her key card. On her best day, she was a piss poor cook, but she could make toast - and as long as they wanted their eggs scrambled, she could do that. And really was there a way to fuck up bacon? A basic breakfast, but if anyone cared to stop in she'd offer it to them. Those that didn't, she text to make sure they were safe - once she finished washing her hands up to her forearms in the kitchen sink and got over the way this felt ... different. The same, but - not right.
Wehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
