I sleep for most of it. I wake up at one point and drink a can of Coke, and eat another apple, and another granola bar. I’m almost out of food and I’ve been gone for less than twelve hours. I’m down to a package of crackers and one can of Coke. The bag containing the rest of my money lies at the bottom of my backpack. I zip the backpack and stuff it between my legs. I keep it near me at all times, zipped up tight. I drift back to sleep and wake up as the bus is squealing to a halt. I blink, rub my eyes and pull myself together. It’s late morning, and I’m in New York City. I stand up, grabbing my backpack, and then I notice that the zipper is open, just a little. Not a lot, but enough that I notice. This is weird, because I know I had closed it. And it’s the little things, right? Whenever I close my backpack, I always zip it all the way to one side or the other, because that way if things shift inside the zipper won’t accidentally rip open. I had that happen once in sophomore year.
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