You stir awake...gah...what time is it?

If only you could check.

You sit up, brushing leaves off of you.

Why are the leaves brown? It's like...almost august...it's not fall yet.

Whatever. It's probably nothing.

You get up and stretch, dusting lots of dirt off of you...and leave crumbles...

God. You can't even imagine how much is in your hair...

You walk onto the main road. You're a bit hungry...maybe you should go back to that diner?

So you walk, and walk some more...

It's closed? Maybe that's why they gave you free food...

You just turn around, walking alongside the road again.

Not many cars pass. And by that you mean none. Last night a few passed by...but now? It's empty.

You just keep walking. And walking. Until your legs feel like jello...

It's almost dusk...you probably woke up late. You had only been walking for two ish hours...

You end up by a gas station, it's so close you can taste it...the cigarette smell in the air, the food that's drier than the Sahara desert, the various displays, and it all sounds like heaven to you.

You step through the glass doors, passing two old smokers chatting up on your way inside.

You look through the various aisles, grabbing a few things, you aren't sure when you'll be able to eat again...so you grab a couple snacks and a few drinks too, of course.

You carry them up to the cash register, placing them as the cashier rings you up, she starts chatting you up. "So stranger, where're ya headin'..." so says gruffly as she scans your items, she sounded like an old smoker, to be fair...she probably was one.

"Not sure..." you mutter, looking down at your beaten up sneakers, which squeak on the tile floor.

She chuckles. "That's what they all say..." she finishes scanning and you pay. "Have a Nice trip stranger..." she smiles, waving you off as she presumably takes her break.

You exit the store, shoving the cheap snacks in your backpack, the old smokers are gone, but the scent of the ciggies still linger.

You pull one of the snacks out of your bag, eating it as you walk, the sun starts to set...

You finish up your snack, shoving the trash in your backpack, there's no trash can around to dispose of said garbage...

You don't feel tired, so you don't stop walking for a good long while.

You had zoned out long ago, so you don't even realize that you're passing through a town.

Everyone has their Halloween decor up...strange...but who are you to judge?

You pass by the many houses, nothing catching your eye, but that's probably due to the fact you're falling asleep while standing.

You approach a park, this should be a nice spot to fall asleep...is it even a park? It's more like a field?..

Whatever is, you lay in the grass, it tickles you, clearly someone takes care of this space. The grass has been mowed fairly recently, maybe even today...

That brings up a problem. Someone probably owns this land...and wouldn't like a trespasser sleeping on it.

But you're too tired to care. So you fall asleep, ignoring the itching feeling the grass gives you.

A/N: I DIDNT KNOW WHERE TO CUT IT.