C253 Waiting for the Right Time

The security guard, slumped over the table and fast asleep, was blissfully unaware of the backyard blaze and the prolonged scuffle that had erupted.

Shifting to alleviate the pins-and-needles sensation from his awkward position, he smeared away drool and drifted back to sleep.

The night was neither pitch-black nor stormy, so he figured all was well. By the next sleep, dawn would break