The streets were covered in quivering light being reflected off the carlights.  It smelled like gasoline and smoke as I walked out of Starbucks.  People walked quickly from all directions bunching up at corners waiting to cross the busy street.  I heard shouts from behind me, but I was used to it and pushed it out of my head.  Water sloshed around me seeping into storm drains being carried away from people's sight.  Looking around I slipped off the curb and tripped into a murky puddle.  Wincing I got up and silently looked around casually to see if anyone had saw me slip.  Everyone was hurrying to get out of the rain.  When I didn't want to be noticed no one saw, and when I wanted so badly to be seen I was looked past.  Zoning out an impatient person shoved me out of the way and onto the concrete again.  Sighing I got up and dragged myself home to my grubby little apartment and just sat there in the dark not rising to turn on the lights....(to be continued....)