A knee impacted the center of my chest.
“Where’s your wallet punk?” Hatred echoed in the cold air as the mugger breathed those words in my face again. “I said, where’s your wallet!”
Hands covered in cold leather were padding body.
My wallet left my coat pocket. The man found my Mp3 and slammed it into my chest.
“Here, you can have this.” I opened my eyes.
This was no dream…