Outside my RV

So someone tried to open my rv door while parked on the street. Again. And again. They're really trying to get in. I've heard people trying to open my doors at night before, as well as shouts and random ear piercing screams, but luckily this was during the morning because otherwise it would have been a different story altogether. I wake up and jump off my bed, shout an obscenity or two to get whomevers attention and open the passenger door and see there's a woman trying to open the RV door I rarely use. That spot is a dedicated trash bag pile I create before finding an empty dumpster to toss them in. She turns and says, "Brother!" with outstretched arms. She hugs me. One of those long hugs that feel nice, the kind you don't want to walk away from. At first glance I assumed she was a Jehovah's witness or some sort of religious person. She's wearing a weird dress type outfit, purplish blue in color, with bare feet.

But she smells terrible. She's dirty and the pile of junk on the sidewalk, empty spray cans, hard hat helmet innards, rusted up Mason jar lids and random junk tells me she's one of my neighbors and definitely homeless. She starts showing me these papers while telling me, "I wouldn't lie to you, I just got out of jail"

They were discharge papers.

And that she hasn't slept in three days and just wants to sleep in my RV and have a snack. She tells me I can use her or fuck her or whatever, but she wants to sleep. NEEDS sleep. I tell her, "I don't know, that'd be kinda weird having you sleeping in there" and she says even just thirty minutes. I'll sleep in the corner. I tell her that I have to go to work soon, hoping that might deter her from wanting to move in with me. My door was still open and she ends up angling toward the open door while talking to me, turns suddenly and jumps in. She gets on the floor on the passenger side, lays down and says, "even just thirty minutes, right here"

Now I'm a lot bigger than her and I didn't want to grab her and toss her out, assuming I'd hurt her. So after a brief, "goddammit" moment I just step over her, close the door and get back in my bed. I'm laying in my bed above her, the sleeper area in the RV. Hoping she gets out soon because the smell wafting off her is pretty bad, and it's floating upward right into my nostrils.

About ten minutes in, she asks me where I'm at. She says, "I smell terrible. Do you have a shower?" I peak over and tell her the shower doesn't work, I haven't filled the water in a few days, but I have wipes. She says "okay" and I jump off my bed, making my way to the bathroom. While I'm getting the wipes I can hear her standing up. I turn around and see that she's standing in the middle of the RV, completely naked. Her dirty dress laying in one of my trash bins. I'm shocked a bit, staring at her. Then I walk over, hand her the wipes and move back toward the bathroom. I'm trying not to stare feeling as if I'm being a creep, but it's pretty damn hard under the circumstances. She opens the wipe container and struggles to rip one off. I'm watching her and turning my head briefly thinking that my other "neighbors" the truckers parked nearby can fully see this naked woman through my van windows. She is standing there wiping her vag and ass, just tossing the dirty wipes in the garbage next to her dress.

I'm standing there, awkward as fuck, just watching her. She does not care one bit. After wiping a tiny bit she looks at me and says, "do you have any pants? Dress me like a boy!".

Living in an RV, I don't have too much of anything to be honest. Just a few other pairs of pants besides the ones I'm wearing, and some work pants that are too tight. I look over at the stove to where I just recently cleaned and piled my pants and shirts. I tell her I guess, and dig through them trying to find a pair I don't need. While giving her the pants, she asks me if I smoke meth. She's standing fairly close to me, bending down and putting her legs into the faux Levi stretch pants I bought on wish years ago. I tell her no, I definitely don't, but a few streets over I know so and so does. She seems like her mood shifts and asks for a shirt. Then tells me it's good I don't smoke because look at her.

Recently during a road trip to a mine near Trona California I had purchased a few pairs of t-shirts at Walmart and she's looking at one of the bundles. I pick it up and hand it to her, and she pulls the tape off holding the bundle together and puts the shirt on.

After getting dressed, she looks at one of my cabinets. On each side of the RV there are a set of three hanging cabinets. The one she's staring at, and eventually asks about had the cover slide off exposing the frame. The color is different and she asks, "what's in there?" and she opens it. I tell her apples I had bought a couple weeks back. She grabs one out of the bag asking if she can have one. Sure! My home is your home right!? She bites into the apple and sees a package of Pepsi sitting near the kitchen table.

"Can I have a soda?" She asks while chewing on the browned apple.

"Yeah you can" I grab a can and hand it to her. She turns around, grabs her papers from the ground where she was laying and sets them on the table. She unfolds them all, putting each page on display next to the others covering what little room it had left. She says,

"I'm going to leave this here, I just need a place to put my papers". I'm looking at them and shake my head.

"You should really take your papers" I said. She says,

"Oh I'll come back for them later!" as she makes her way toward the passenger door looking like a boy in my clothes. She turns and asks what I'm going to do now. I tell her I'm going to go to work as she opens the door and steps out. I follow her and watch her walk out of sight behind a few trucks parked nearby. I close the door and start the van. What the hell was that?

I still have your papers Krystal. Thanks for the exciting wake-up call at 9am.