The darkness of my eyelids slowly warmed as the sun rose unhindered by anything resembling a curtain. Soon it made it impossible to sleep and the chirping of the early birds didn’t help. When traffic increased and honked and rumbled, my stubbornness vanished and I sat. My stomach rumbled, trying to overpower the surrounding noise.
“I get it,” I sighed. “Attention whore.”
I drank the rest of the water bottle by my bed, stretched a bit and stood. Two minutes later, my things were packed.
I walked out from under the overpass and set my cup by the busy street.
This is a drabble for this prompt. And I’m officially caught up on the drabbles I had to write. Now I only have to read the ones others wrote.