RV Mattress

Date: 11/5/2017

I was lying on a mattress in the back of an old RV. Judging by the light through the windows it was early afternoon. There were four large men sitting at a table laughing and drinking and talking with one another. They were obviously involved with organized crime. There was an argument coming from outside the RV. It was a man and a woman arguing. She wanted the men out of their RV, but he said that since he was a barber and their father was the priest, he couldn’t kick them out without losing the business of every member of the congregation. He didn’t seem worried about being hurt by them. I wanted to get up but I was too drowsy. I knew it wasn’t my real bed and that I wasn’t supposed to be waking up there, but I couldn’t remember where my real bed was or where I belonged.