I'm shaken awake.
"They're almost here dear." Clarence leaves his gentle, wrinkled hand on my shoulder. "Get dressed."
I smile, and nod, but for a moment, a moment after I wake up, I could swear it is all a dream. A tear streams down my cheek. One I had no control over.
Rolling out of bed, I rub my eyes, put my hair into a bun and open my duffel. I pull out a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. The sweatshirt I was wearing when he saved me in the alley. My bottom lip trembles. How will I survive? I shake my head and stand up. Shoving the sweatshirt back in my duffel, I take out another one. I pull on the clothes, make my way to the connecting bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face before finding Clarence.
"Clarence?" I ask down the empty hall.
He steps out of the kitchen. "Hungry?"
