The worst way to wake up at 5:30 in the morning on your way to the bus stop is by the warm exhale of “Hey, baby,” down your neck and through your spine, so close on that small sidewalk that you remember how defenseless you really are in the dark while the rest of the sensible population is in bed. So you hope that if you keep your head down and keep moving forward that everything will be okay and that he isn’t following. But don’t you dare let that shiver show because like hell are you going to gve him that satisfaction.
24 Jan 2012 / Notes / mornings cat calls
