Not my dog

"Mmhmm, I'm awake." I brushed the water off my cheeks. I went to swat my puppy, he loved to wake me up with his kisses, but instead hit a large hairy leg. My eyes shot open to see a large man standing above me with a watering can slightly tilted towards me. The early morning sun instantly doubling the pain of my hangover. The man looked angrier than my parents when I told them I didn't want to go to college. We both watched as the water slowly pooled on the tip of his can and then fell onto me again. I slowly sat up only to realize I was half naked and sitting in a pile of fresh soil. That's a great way to start the morning. The man was silent as I gingerly climbed over his garden fence and started looking around for my shirt. I could feel the sun already burning my back. I gave up under his sweltering gaze and started walking away. He watched me walk until I turned a corner onto a busy street. People watched me with disapproval as they walked by in their church clothes. I quickly realized I was nowhere near home as I could not see another white person down the entire street. I already stuck out like a sore thumb, I didn't need to also be half naked. As I half-walked, half-ran, I spotted a small store and hurried in. I slowly beat a rythym onto my legs as I looked for a shirt. I froze as my eyes fell onto a label in front of me. I couldn't read a single word on it. I glanced around to see what kind of money I would need if I could even find a t-shirt in what I was quickly realizing was a grocery store.

"Are you lost?" A young woman spoke up from behind me. She gave me the first smile I had seen since I had woken up.

"Where am I? Oh, and do you know where I can find some clothing?" She chuckled in response. She reached into her bag and handed me a large white t-shirt with a brown stain across the side.

"You are lucky its my laundry day. To answer your other question, you are in Mexico City." She started laughing as my jaw dropped.

"I live in New York City," I quickly explained. "This is insane. I must be dreaming. That's the only way. The last thing I remember was central park."Her face went from laughing to scowling. Her voice became almost mechanical as she grabbed my arm to hold me still.

"They know. Re-run it you idiot! Add some new memories like I told you to. Central Park only hurts us!" She growled. Then everything went dark.