Sleeping at the island

Date: 3/2/2021

It's night on the island where my grandparents lived. I'm looking for a place to sleep and look through the rooms with my blanket in hand for an safe place. I find a boy on the roof I'd formerly been in a relationship with, albeit very short and casual. He was told he could sleep there for 50 cents by the guy in the neighbor's yard. Many more people await there. I tell him my dad is usually here and won't take kindly to me and any boy sleeping so close, but for now, he's not here so it's fine. We curl up and I then have to get up and move on. I say it's going to be a weird night and maybe there's what I need. I go down to a lower floor where i see Andrew. I enter the room he's in hesitantly, looking to throw my blankets on the bare tile floor. I'm not sure if I'm welcome or not. I keep repeating the phrase about it being a being weird night. Maybe i need a weird night