Layla Fijany Sociology 1: Pink Class Professor O’Dell 4 August 2010 Surreal: So Real The very last thing I remember was going to sleep in my bed last night. But where am I now? Nothing seemed different last night. I went to sleep like usual, around 11pm, falling asleep to the lines of the book I was reading. How can I be here? I was in my house, in my room, in my own bed, just last night. I don’t understand how this could have happened, people only have bad dreams about changes like this happening to them. All I know is that this is not home. I don’t like the feeling of the concrete pavement against my spine. Nor do I enjoy the cold, brisk wind against my fingers and toes, which have already begun to turn yellow. No blood circulation. I hope I figure out how this happened to me soon, before I have to endure it for much longer. I had always imagined what it would have been like to be homeless, you know, the stereotypical ones in L.A. or New York that people always talk about. But no imagination could be more real than where I am and how I feel. I wonder how long I have been sitting on this street corner. I can’t even begin to imagine how many of my friends and other people I know have seen me like this. Thinking about it is even scaring me. What would they think of me? Would they even talk to me again? I think I have only been awake for fifteen minutes or so, and I already know that the clothes on my back will
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