She opened her eyes. A sound woke her up. Her hand went inside the bag. She was thirsty. Where was the lemonade bottle? The concrete steps felt hard. She got up and looked in the first bag. No, it wasn’t there. Maybe she had put it in the other bag. She probably had been so tired that she hadn’t realized the mistake. There was no lemonade in the second bag. Somebody had taken it. While she was asleep, someone had climbed the steps and grabbed the lemonade bottle. Now she had nothing to drink. She had to wait until 7 in the morning to get a drink, coffee or juice, whatever.