Sleeping In the Trunk

Tired. In office. Cant sleep on desk. Coworkers will be concerned. Drink some coffee. Ingest more stimulants, they will say. No. It’s 2 pm. 

The 2009 Toyota Camry I just purchased has a rather roomy trunk. The car is good as new, too. I think it would actually be quite comfortable to sleep in there. 

Forget to take the keys in with me and be the most embarrassed man of all time stuck inside the trunk of his own sedan. I text my girlfriend with the remaining 34% battery left on my phone. She doesn’t see it. Her phone is locked inside a cubby at work. 

I start calling people. Leave several harrowing texts. Hey man this is going to sound ludicrous but I am trapped in the trunk of my car. My phone is dying. I am located at 9215 151st St, Redmond, Washington. My coworkers can’t know. They’ll never let it go. Friends now know instead. It’s getting around. Thomas is trapped in his trunk. LOL. My phone dies. I just lay there wasting away hoping someone decides this problem is worth their time. I have to piss and shit. I hold it in for several hours hoping someone’s on their way but no one is. It’s so over.