Snippet #1002076

The dark-haired youth meandered mostly through alleyways, only occasionally having to take the street. The city was quietest at this hour. Though plenty of the population was still out and about, most were not morning people, and all the hoodlums and hooligans had by now gone to bed. Though the relative quiet was nice, the steadily increasing daylight was not. Matt only seemed to get sleepier and sleepier with every step, while his dark passenger was buzzing around the back of his head like an angry bee in a jar.

He encountered no trouble along the way. He passed some promising-looking garbage here and there, but for him it was much too late for dinner and much too early for breakfast. He was too tired to collect food in a bag for later and drag it along with him.

Finally, he made it to the warehouse he had slept in the day before. It was as good as abandoned; though there were crates inside, no one had touched them in months. He crouched by the truck entrance where there was a small hole at the bottom. He stuck his fingers through the opening and pulled the door up just enough to crawl under. The darkness inside was a relief from the growing daylight, but he had to get to the park near where he had come from so that he wouldn't be late meeting Rose in the evening. Shuffling to a little fort he had constructed with crates, he grabbed his Legos blanket from inside the fort and then crawled back out of the warehouse with it, pulling the door down closed behind him. He wrapped his blanket around himself and gave a soft sigh. Now for the trip back. He glanced up at the sky, having to squint to do so. It didn't look like it was going to be an overcast day.