Dreaming Miracles
It was another day for Luis. Luckily the sun was shining, rain wasn't in the forecast, and nothing crawled, slithered, or walked into his sleeping bag that night. For once it didn't feel like a burden waking up, it was actually enjoyable. He slept under a Pine tree somewhere in the nature park, off of the trail. Unsure of when or how he even got there but it didn't matter, it was another day and he was alive. After a few minutes he got up, rolled his sleeping bag, secured it to his backpack, and traced the foot steps he made the night before. He wasn't trying to escape the city, now he was going to it.
