...a homeless man by Sam Browne

Carrying a sleeping bag and wearing scruffy clothes, I headed for the spacious store doorways where the homeless spend their nights.I got into my sleeping bag in the large, well-lit doorway of a boutique, but I couldn't sleep.It wasn't just the biting cold, but I was constantly aware of people walking close to my head and the hard stone floor dug into my shoulder and hip.I finally dozed off, only to be woken up at about 5 a.m. by the cleaners who arrived to wash the steps.At the public toilets I couldn't believe the reflection I saw in the

mirror.My eyes were red and puffy, my skin pale and my hair was frizzy.I looked terrible.