She sat alone inside a small city bus shelter too timid to use the bench. It was as if she had been told one thousand times before to not sit on the bench, it was for "riders."
As she tried to talk she could not stay awake. In between words she would fall asleep, never completing a sentence.
The Bible remained open as she lacked the strength to turn the pages.
“Tired, tired with nothing, tired with everything, tired with the world’s weight he had never chosen to bear.”