Dear Anonymous,
I asked after everyone had a piece of cake, water, tshirt or shoes. Whatever the need du jour was. Who is this? But no one seemed to know who it was.
The condensation was forming under his plastic wrap and I thought 'meat trays'. A horribly uncomfortable thought once I had it.
I stuffed his boot with socks, a bottle of water and a coffee card like some twisted St. Nick in the Summer, letting him know I was close by with a 'Good morning. I don't mean to disturb you...' so he did not become too alarmed. His voice in return was soft and appreciative. Good morning.
How'd you sleep last night?
Thank you Dear Anonymous.