Ah Seong's quest

The vast majority of the affluent citizens of PJ were snoring in their comfortable beds. The glass and steel structure of the commercial complex loomed majestically against the gloomy sky amidst the early morning drizzle. Ah Seong rolled over again, drawing the thin sheet of cloth over himself. He shuddered, lying on the cold floor in front of the building. The mosquito sang in his ear again. He slapped it against his ear, and opened his eyes wearily. Dark heaps were all around him. People huddled all along the walkway. Some were asleep, in spite of the cold, and the mosquitoes, and the hard floor, snoring and adding to Ah Seong’s woes. He looked at the clock tower outside. It was 2 am.

Ah Seong awoke with a start. It was day and the sun was shining. There was a commotion going on nearby. Suddenly he remembered. He scrambled up and ran over to the crowd. He elbowed and pushed through until he was close to the door. The stink of the unwashed was unbearable. But he had to be among the first few. It would be worth it. He smiled to himself as he thought of the gleaming PS3.