The sultry babes of my dreams fade away with the rude snap of hoodies screaming in the street.
“I called my man!!”
“I called the cops too you stupid bitch!!”
“Well, you shoulda called Jesus, he would get here quicker.”
Without moving an inch, I drag my eyes open long enough to capture the time.
Just another day in the neighborhood, but as I drift back off to sleep I chuckle and think, “Well, I don’t know what happened,
…but she ain’t wrong.”
*A police squad car rolled by a now empty and quiet street, at 11:50 am.*