I woke up in a groggy state taking a moment to figure out where I was.
I was standing in an alley way, by a wall, under an overpass.
It was evening.
The city was one way and the other was darkness.
It was raining.
"This place looks kinda familiar," I said to myself as I walked to a door that was drawing me closer.
Maybe it was the warm light coming from the glass door; it felt like a sense of home.
As I walked through the sliding door, I saw the back of a sitting woman hunched over a small table against the wall.
She turned to see who had come inside and as we saw each other; tears started forming from her eyes.
Her appearance remind