Finally.. Blog number 7

He opened his eyes and shifted from the empty darkness into the shallow darkness of night.
It was now very late, but the streets were still filled with sounds of confusion and drunken revelry. Murray wondered how long he had been there, lying on the street. The side of his face was covered with dried blood and his head felt like it was being driven over by a semi-truck. There was another crowd gathering around the entrance of the library. There were men carrying a big black object out on a plank of some kind. Murray figured there was some kind of bar-b-que going on. His body was aching. He began to see her face again. He suddenly felt very tired and because he had to get back to feed Rumples, who had been left unattended for a few days, he turned away from the strange gathering. After all, he had to take care of his only friend.