as a cargo of furniture unloads

For the first time in a month, I came home after work and wrote for two hours. I worked on the bus scene and how the narrator falls asleep while the bus moves more and more slowly until it comes to what feels like a stop. He enters what feels like a church with nothing that resembles a church. There is what is called a ‘portico’. There is a tank and a scene in which Carmen starts pouring water down on people from the upper deck of the bus. As my perspective clears, the story will become more apparent.