Anton was woken by a hand on his shoulder.
“Excuse me sir,” a voice said through the dark.
“Mmf,” Anton replied, adjusting himself.
“Sir, you can’t sleep here,” the voice said.
“Mmm, why not?” Anton said, opening his eyes. A police officer stood over him, looking down.
“Because sleeping on park benches isn’t allowed sir. I’m going to have to ask you to go home.”
“But it’s comfortable here,” Anton said.
“I know, but it’s not allowed, and puts you at risk of robbery.”
Anton pushed himself to a seated position and took a deep breath in. “Alright, alright. I’ll go. Just give me a minute or two to wake up.”
The officer nodded and carried on his way. Anton stood, looked around, and headed for the bench a few metres away, under a tree and turned the other way. He settled in, and continued his nap.