Book3:WereMyDreamIs

tmattressnowandntofindsomewheretosleepoonehardgroundawayfromthewind.Hm....Inmypresentsituation,pennilessandblind,withoutthehelpofmygoodfriendswhomIhavelosttactwith,howlongIst?No,Imustpersistinmynomadlifeandotgiveupmywayoflifejustforthesakeofawarmandfortablebed.Fateislikeakaleidoscope.Whoknoillhappe?”tratingonhisthoughts,hedidnotnoticewherehewasgoirippedaonhisfacetotheground.“Ohgosh”hethought.“Thisisterribleandwillhurtmebad.Itmayevencauseacussion.”Butstraosayhenotonlysufferednopainbutfeltasifhehadndedohingsoft,likeamattresswithspringsinit.Hestretchedouthishandsstrokingthesurfaceofthismiraculousthingwhichhadcaughthisfalndfounditwasindeedanolddiscardedmattress.“Whowasthisthathavenardforpublicwe