Loiter

 

She didn’t care much for the dreamers sprawled outside her home. They looked so peaceful with their heads between their driving wheels, so happy with their faces rubbing against the dog shit covered ground. How easily they slept with all their daily stress evaporating. She wondered if she too would fall asleep if she stepped outside, but she did not. Not even a freak event could get her to sleep, and so she spent the morning scribbling obscenities on their flesh, searching pockets for cash, and trying to get some sleep of her own, at home and in the road.

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