Three months to go Keith stuffed his sleeping bag into the compression sack and put it in his desk drawer. Once upon a time he had used his sleeping bag to sleep outside. In tents. On camping trips. But those were hard to remember now. He hadn’t taken a day off in months. He pulled out a toothbrush and toothpaste from another drawer. The tube was almost empty. Hadn’t he just bought a new one? How many mornings had he woken up here?