A homeless man curled up under a streetlamp near the eaves.
Beneath him was a layer of tarpaulin laid to block out the damp ground, though the coolness of the earth still managed to seep through his many layers of clothing and into his body. That was how his predecessors had fallen ill.
This was one of the homes he had carefully chosen, just slightly inferior to the one where he usually stayed long-term—it was perfect in every way except for being too low-lying and not rainproof.
Every time it rained, it would turn into a stream, so most of the homeless who lived there sought other temporary shelters on rainy days.
I should move somewhere else, I'll have to follow the others tomorrow...
The sleepless homeless man thought as he clutched his dirty clothes tighter.
