Hobo mania

You scratch your filthy face. It is swollen and itchy. You feel the sore parts of your feet roll under your lazy gait.

The sun is almost up, and you stretch out on the dusty floorboards, each yawn drawing an answer in creaking from the wooden planks beneath you. You have slept badly, another night in this abandoned office building.

Sunlight filters, fresh and golden now, through the openings in the rickety window frame. You move to the window and survey your territory.

Today is the day you will sort some things out about your life. Step one - some new clothes.