I wake at 6 am, feeling only slightly rested. I didn't crawl into bed until almost 2 am. It was cold last night, maybe minus 4. My bed is cold. I am cold. I can see my breath. It reminds me of a time, in my first marriage, when the furnace oil ran out. Sleeping in the basement was like sleeping outside. But I am not in that marriage now, and I am not in that basement. I am in a sleeping bag, in a makeshift lean-to, under the bridge. It is December and I am cold.
I can hear traffic above me, people leaving their homes, heading off to their jobs and people who worked all night, heading home to their warm beds, unaware that I am here, under the bridge. I need to get up, get moving. I don't want to be seen.
I was once a homeless man. This is part of my story.
- ISBN13 9781365252419
- Publish Date 11 July 2016 (first published 11 March 2016)
- Publish Status Out of Print
- Out of Print 25 June 2021
- Publish Country US
- Imprint Lulu.com
- Format eBook
- Language English