this morning #87.

this morning, someone strange was in the van. she woke & saw him laying there—an unfamiliar, tattooed body sleeping with a red parka bunched up beneath his head. this wasn’t the first time she’d found a random person on the van floor first thing in the morning. she pulled aside the makeshift curtain & peeked out the back window. at least she was still behind the industrial park. that’s when she noticed the dull black handgun laying just to the side of her unnamed evening guest & began her creep towards it. in the confines of the van, any wrong move would rouse her gun-toting visitor. her mother had learned the hard way. “don’t wake a man with a gun.”