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When I Woke

When I Woke

It’s morning now and the pungent smell of rotting garbage makes me want to vomit. Where am I? And how did I get here?!? All I know is it smells awful. I’m dirty and surrounded by rubbish. I can see putrid fruit, torn homeless plastic bags and containers, ripped newspapers, broken old furniture and moldy shredded fabrics for miles all around. A nasty half-eaten cheeseburger buzzes with flies nearby. I can’t move—I am so soggy and muddy from the rain the night before. In the distance, I hear a bulldozer moving piles around. And a crew of gulls swirls around and spends the hours picking through for desirable bits.