[Poggio]

He woke but it felt like he was dreaming, he woke again and the house had faded into shadows, the 3rd and final time he was woken by his cell phone. He had once again missed practice. Galvin rose from his drug felt slumber. He missed man calls, so many frequent ones by his parents. He ran his hand through his knotted hair, catching a blood clump in his fingers. Still half asleep he left the abandoned house sauntering to the nearest bus stop. Luckily he had his wallet and was able to get back to his home. Entering the door he was greeted by whines of desperation. The boxer greeted him with an abundance of love, making his wounds open. He hissed latching the leash on to the collar. A walk, a shower, clean up... His mental list stop and was narrowed down to shower, food, sleep.