She’s awake

I’m presuming that she’s homeless.  She’s familiar to me and every time I see her, almost daily, she’s asleep, mouth agape, snuggled in fetal position under a blanket, in a doorway near my office on Folsom between 7th and 8th. Morning afternoon evening asleep.  I’ve never seen her awake.  I walked to the corner mailbox around 4:30pm today and she walked in front of me.   Rail thin, thick dark hair streaked with grey, twitchy in a way that cats are twitchy when they’re in a new space, she leaned down to pick up used cigarettes between cars parked on the street and I walked by.    I’m awkward with the familiarity of the people who sleep on the street near my office.  There are surprisingly fewer on Folsom/8th than there were on Hayes/Octavia.