Sleep E

He fell asleep on his lunch break. It was mild that day and the sun was out and he chose himself a bench on which to park himself for a while. And then he drifted off. The sausages in his belly had pulled all the blood away from his brain and he snoozed in the low afternoon sunshine. Waking with a start Mr E hurried back to work, tucking his shirt back into his trousers and straightening his tie. Had there been any witnesses to his nodding head, other than the pigeons, then I am sure they would have thought (as you would have thought) that the smartly dressed young sleeper was lazy youth, just a tired office worker whose morning of alphabetising the files in the office had ended with one too many z’s.