I creep around the corner, then climb the stairs to the old, abandoned warehouse. I climb through the shattered window and leap over the flea-embested sofa, hanging in the air for a moment or two. I get to the big winding staircase, and focus. Suddenly I'm sprinting up the stair, gliding past any doors I come across. I stop and wander casually into a room. My room. Yes, I live here. Tell anyone and I will kill you. And, trust me, I can.
Anyway, I go over to my mattress and dust off the dust that had gathered. Sitting down, I pick up my loot for the day. A few gold coins and a £5 note. Relief rushed threw me - I had enough for a few more days of food. The wallet was nice aswell; black, leather and big. The only reason someone knew it wasn't mine was because of the picture inside. It was a family, a mum, a dad and two kids. Oh, how I wish I had a family. That wasn't mine you see: the family or the wallet. No, I stole it. It's the only way I'm still alive.
I pick up my book: The Legendary Animal Spirits, and lay down to read. I carry on reading about my speices until about... 12:30am, when I drop off to sleep.
I wake up to find my b0ok underneath me, whilst I'm on the floor, having rolled off my mattress. I get up, look in my cracked mirror and redo my hair and makeup.
Now I'm off for another day of pickpocketing. Hopefully, this time, something really exiting can happen.