104/365 12/03/2025

He woke to a cold damp that seeped the walls and burrowed his bones, though he’d pulled the cot from the wall and stuffed the space between with flattened cardboard boxes. He coughed twice, set his feet into his boots next to the cot and reached for his lucky strikes. The match flame glowed warm and hopeful in this small corner of the cavernous space. He lit the cigarette and took a deep drag. Today was another day.