The night was black, the air cold, the surroundings uninviting. A shiver went through those who were out paroling the city streets and those who had bedded down on the sidewalks.
"How to navigate through the darkness," was a thought Aaron had as he looked for some friendly bench to spend the night. "That would make a good how-to book", his mind was drifting, tired from too much of everything. "Ah, that one looks cozy", and he struggled to a bus stop with a canopy over it. "Just in case of rain, I got cover", he muttered.
The bench was cold and hard, but it was a place to rest his body for a while. He curled up and immediately went into an exhausted sleep with vibrant dreams. His mother, Ethel, appeared chastising him for one thing and another, she faded away and his boss and fellow workers appeared snubbing him as he walked by.
The dream went on and on, finally blurring into nothingness. He wished he could stay in the "nothingness" zone, but morning came and he was awakened by the increased traffic on the street and people conversing by the bus stop. "O.K." he muttered, getting to his feet for another day of wandering the desert of the city streets.