I didn't sleep at all afterhe left. I knew he was up to something, not asking about the house. I just didn't know what. The only indication of pity was with the hamburger meat, buns and onions he left for me when he saw the emptiness of my fridge. "I was going to bring it to the shelter," he explained "But I guess it would be better if you had it." I smiled, feigning thanks. It's none of your business! This is MY LIFE! Later, though I fried up the delicious red meat for a late dinner.
The sun was rising when I finally decided to get ready. The air was hung with humidity. It's going to rain. I pulled off my outer clothing, leaving only the under's behind, and let the cool shower water caress my sweating body. It didn't last, though, the tap soon began to run rusty and fish-scented, so I quickly jumped out and hurried back into my sun-soaked garments. It must be around 4 am. I thought, striding carelessly towards the long-dead tree beside the river. I would never be up at 4 am before. Suddenly, I began to doubt the intelligence of my escape. Why hasn't anyone bothered putting something up in the newspaper? How will I survive the winter? And what about food? It's not like I can expect Cyrus to feed me for the rest of my life... I soon found an answer in a handful of seeds laying beside the river bank. I smiled, ecstatic that the Great Plumbob had answered my prayers. I searched for more until I knew the little island like the back of my mangled hand, stopping only when I began to hear the city wake up. I planted them in a neat row behind the house, away from anyone who would want to steal them.
Once I was content with my gardening skills, I had nothing better to do than pick up an outdated newspaper, plunk myself down onto the chair out front, and dream of the sea.
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