JIM WAKES UP ON THE PARK BENCH

Jim fell asleep on the park bench. When awoke, there was a cool breeze and dusk was gathering. The traffic sounded like smoke, impatient and insolent, like a child about to throw a tantrum. Jim had these thoughts because he was in that state between sleep and wakefulness, where traffic sounds of smoke and is heedless and impulsive. He had stuff to do but it could wait, for what, after all, is stuff but someone else’s dreams?

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