Lexie scored when she found a discarded pillow in the trash bin
outside the French Normandy apartment complex on Gower.
Her hips were tender from months of sleeping on the hard cement.
A mattress had become an unthinkable luxury item,
but a pillow was still within the realm of dreaming.
She couldn't believe her good fortune when she rescued the pillow from the garbage collectors.
Tonight her head would be cradled by soft synthetic fibers as she slept under the 101 overpass.