She woke up in a different place than where she fell asleep.

He carried her back in his arms to the shelter.

Puke had made its way down her chin and across her shirt.

He handed her a wet wash cloth a volunteer had given him.

She asked him, “Where are we? What happened?”

He said, “We’re at The Shelter. You got drunk and passed out on a customer.”

She muttered a good boy

as he lay back down on his cot

and wished he had never been born.