I woke up in a garden.

Strange, given that I had gone to sleep in a trash heap.
My room...
To the tinny noise of a personal TV, to words about war, or debt, or some kind of economic collapse.
The memories threatened to fade, the best thing that could've ever happened to me.
But I grabbed them back. Clung to them.
Why...?

"Welcome to my garden, lost one."
And then a voice accompanied a smile.
For the first time in a long time, I'd been seen.
Been noticed.
And then the tears began to flow.