Some of his best naps had taken place in a hot car. Just cracking the window a bit and having the sun bake you inside. If you didn't sleep too long it was one of the most comfortable feelings. It was like when a heavy person laid on top of you... not too heavy. Then their pressure would swaddle you like a newborn baby. No place to go. Just inwards and to the darkness of 

sleep

.

George Baker didn't wake up quickly as he expected to. It was nearly dark when his eyes opened. The bugs were chirping. It was nearly summer so he knew it was damn late if the sky was already turning this purple. Fuck he thought.

He had finally decided to go back home. He would come up with a story with his wife. Ane they'd tell it to the people in town. They wouldn't believe them... so what. All he cared about was being with his family again. So long as his wife would take him back, he'd be good.