I often sleep at night on the couch. The cleaner comes early. I sleep quietly, she sees my hairy legs and cries out of fear that the type of thief or corpse... the hell knows her. And she has no memory, so that "wakeup" has already gotten me.
Yesterday I wrote a note on the door "Aware, inside a drunk employee".
Scuco, I’d rather wake up from her whisper than be thrown down on the floor by the guards she called!
I no longer like people.