NoXion
his soul is marching on
I once had cause to sleep in a giant recycling bin that was half full of flattened cardboard boxes. All that cardboard helped keep things dry, and the lid wasn't a tight fit so I was good for air, but it was still a bitterly cold and rather cramped night.I suppose it's cosy till the condensation builds up, then it's damp and dangerous suffocation time.
I didn't sleep well, but I slept better than I did on the park bench, off of which I was harassed by some Nigerian.

