Harlow
I had sh*tty dreams. After I got back to my trailer from the bar, I tossed and turned all night. Images of my father and flashing police lights were interspersed with Cyrus driving farther and farther away on his bike as I called after him.
I woke while it was still dark. Unable to fall back asleep, I kicked off the blankets and paced back and forth in the narrow tailor. I had a couple of shots of Jack to try to make myself drowsy, but it didn't work. Eventually, I stepped out of my trailer and sat on the steps of my little porch to watch the sunrise.
I was only slightly surprised to see a few giant wolves walking amongst the mobile homes. I could only assume that they'd been out in the desert during the night and were now returning to their lodgings. I watched in awe as they tra
