Saturday morning, 6:45 a.m. In the beautiful cemetery, a young man was sleeping on a bench. His bike was the only bike to be seen in this garden at this time of day. Maybe he danced the night away, then he got too tired to bike home, so he had a little break but fell asleep. It was a very pleasant summer night.
I do not encounter many sleepers in the cemetery this early. Actually, it is the very first time I could spot one. He was probably only tired and not because he was drunk or something. No empty bottles, no empty pizza box, no cigarette butts littering his area.
The sleeper of this Saturday morning was a neat person.