One Dream

It was a late night, I was in a crackhouse on the corner of the south side of Chicago. I got to that point in my life and I was a wreck. I was terrified and cold not knowing how I even got here. There the people looked helpless, cold, and unhealthy not knowing what to do with their lives but continue using. They were junkies and I wasn't a user. I spent my night there not even knowing who I was or who my family was. I was completely lost. My life was a shit show and I couldn’t get out of the dark place I was in. “ wake up”, My wife said to me. I wasn’t so lost anymore. (122 words not including title)