Then, all of a sudden, the voice stops and I open my eyes to find Sasha shaking my shoulder. My hand that was on her chest is now on the seat beside me and she’s smiling. “It’s time to go. The shipment arrives fifteen minutes from now.”
I rub my eyes. “Why did they come early? We still have two hours.”
“No, we don’t.” A proud, wide smile covers her face. “You slept for about two hours. See? I told you I could help.”
Is this some sort of a f*****g joke? I only closed my eyes for a minute.
I look at my watch and, sure enough, about two hours have passed.
Fuck me.
I fell asleep around her. Again.
I didn’t feel any-f*****g-thing going on around me. Again.
Someone could’ve shot me during that time and I would have been none the wiser. She could’ve shot me, but she looks more proud about
