Marc shifted in his cot. Just his luck. The high church ceiling towered over him, and his cot. Two others next to him, but unused. His car parked safely away, he taped his pants, they were still there. Safe. He was a light sleeper, although here he did feel some sort of comfort. Like no one gets murdered in a church, he thought. When he was a kid he had to go to church, but he hated it, kneeling and praying looking at the face of Jesus always in pain. He was always in pain. Now here he was.
He thought about Denver, he bet that Denver used to stay in places like this. Always full though. Denver had a tougher life than he should've, and for no good reason. This made Marc a bit mad at it all, Jesus included. Denver used to tell him about these places, packed he used to say. Had to get there early wait in line and fight for the best spot. Marc just fell asleep at the wheel and gets his own place.
Ain't that just the way.
Marc tried to sleep a bit, he had his jacket over him for some weight, his shoes off just under him. All the important stuff close to him, even some extra money stashed in a shirt pocket. He couldn't risk it.
Even though he weirdly trusted John.
Marc slowly drifted to sleep.
He thought about Denver, he bet that Denver used to stay in places like this. Always full though. Denver had a tougher life than he should've, and for no good reason. This made Marc a bit mad at it all, Jesus included. Denver used to tell him about these places, packed he used to say. Had to get there early wait in line and fight for the best spot. Marc just fell asleep at the wheel and gets his own place.
Ain't that just the way.
Marc tried to sleep a bit, he had his jacket over him for some weight, his shoes off just under him. All the important stuff close to him, even some extra money stashed in a shirt pocket. He couldn't risk it.
Even though he weirdly trusted John.
Marc slowly drifted to sleep.