78 I Lost!

No, I can't. There must be a way. I kept saying to myself.

A shadow appeared under the streetlight and I saw a homeless man with a backpack coming towards me. He sat down on another bench next to me, took out a bottle of wine and a loaf of bread from his backpack and began to eat. The sound of his mouth chewing stimulated my taste buds. I swallowed, and the tramp quickly finished the food in his hand. He drank the last drop of wine from the bottle and curled up on the bench with his backpack to sleep.

The extreme hunger made me feel physically and mentally tired. So I leaned back against the bench and slept for a while. As long as there is a breeze nearby, I will wake up unconsciously. The tramp next to me kept snoring. I looked at the sky, which was still dark, and I wished dawn would come soon. But even at dawn, where should I go?