The man in orange asked. It was after midnight when I took the garbage out to the street to throw it in the trash can.
I tossed and turned until morning, unable to sleep.
I woke up to the sound of boos echoing deep inside me. No, it was outside. I tried to reach it. It was reflected against the walls and turned back to me through a crowd in the street.
I ran and pushed them and struggled to find a way inside the circle to see the subject of the boos. It was my morning black trash bag that looked like a crouched man in orange.
Surprised, I was curious to open it to make sure about it.
Boos had stopped already, so I tried to relax…
Heh, heh, heh, I could hear my breathing louder and louder instead.
The figure looked back to me. He was the man in orange in my face mask.
Thrilled, the boos were getting louder and louder again inside. It paralysed me to look back to realise why.
