Bill sits in the airport, alone, finishing a coffee. He takes his new hat off and pulls it back on. The man behind him reads the paper, another talks on his cell phone. The 3 phone booths in front of Bill are vacant.
Bill spreads the wool blanket on the ground and lies down. He unfolds the acrillic blanket and lays it on top of him. He goes to sleep, alone next to the giant pillar supporting the MAX line track. He will go off to the laundry, alone. This has been for 4324 days. Lydia and the boys left, 31 August 1997. Bill has no one to share his activity with or experiences or with whom to confer and plan and dream. Bill dreams alone.
"I'm never going back there.", Sobie says to Bill. Sobie is a stripper Bill meets. "In Canada they throw lighted matches at us on the stage." She leaves a fiance there. "For a black girl, she plays very little rap.", Sobie comments on another girl's music selections. She's worked at Soobies, 2 weeks, she sees Britney, the bartendar Bill likes quit.
The pickup and trailer hitched behind is back. It shared Bill's forest, once before. Bill grabs his blankets and sleeps by the pillar 100 yards up the road, undisturbed. He considers rolling up the wool blanket and attaching it to the backpack. It will be obvious to observers, Bill is in transit. He can go the summer with the blanket, but come Fall and Winter, he will need another sleeping bag.
