The walk home

I look down out myself, naked except a cardboard box, trash bags for shoes and covered in spurts of mud (I hope) sprinkled with flakes of used tissues and dirty toiletpaper, smelled like I looked, utterly disgusting.

Shivering I started my journey home. Running to the sound of my fat slapping and rustle of trash bags, I eventually pass a bank with a clock outside reading 6 o’clock. shit almost sunrise, its way later than I realized. I pick up my jog to a run. I slip thru back alleys hunched over like a perverted thief in the night. Sprinting past traffic lights, avoiding public view with no incidents.I almost fell out of my cardboard once when a spotlight suddenly shined on me. I froze instantly, regret pooling thru as I expected the sound of handcuffs, but that’s not what I hear.

“Hey where’d you get the outfit!” I heard a voice yell out laughing”

It was a bicycler she had a spotlight shined right at me, it was hard to see her face

Please” I begged shivering “ could u help give me some clothes or let me use your phone?

“Only one condition” she smirked “take off your trash outfit”