We are peering through an old, or Nate, heavy wooden double door, the door on the left is closed. The one on the right is open. We see a woman with short curly hair in her 50s, dressed in a green and darker green patterned, tunic style shirt, black slacks, and gold pumps with open toe umped with her head on resting on her chest sleeping on battered wooden bench. The interior of this building is flaking white plaster.