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awake whilst simultaneously letting Elly sleep. I gingerly edged closer to the
window and tried to open it. A security guard told me off and told me that the
bus was air conditioned. I think that’s what he said anyway.
I rested against the window watching the now familiar roads as we headed out
of Warsaw proper. I swung awake, this time waking Elly as we were in some
woods that I wasn’t familiar with. She checked the route and told me that the
night bus turned down a long street then looped back on itself and we would be
heading back to familiar territory soon enough.
She went back to sleep but I waited until we got back on the main road. Once
we did I saw that we were only minutes from home and I remember the joy I
felt. The next thing I felt was the security guard shaking me awake.
“What the fuck?” I mumbled.
He just grunted at me.
I checked my wallet and phone then shook Elly awake.
“Are we home?” She asked.
“Not quite.” I said helping her off the bus.
We were actually in an IKEA car park about half an hour’s walk from our
home. Elly asked the security guard when the bus was going to set off and he
told her about half an hour.