Your first words are always, "Is there someone in that sleeping bag?" As you near the park bench you can smell the stench of day old urine stained on the interior of the sleeping bag, probably because the person inside drank himself to sleep, as stereotypical as that may seem to those who read my words. You then move in for a closer look to make sure the person inside is breathing. You see the upper section of the bag slowly rise, then lower from a breath within. You feel better until you begin to wonder, how did this person end up like this? Do they have anyone to love on them, talk to them, ask them how their day was?