He was so drunk that he slept sitting on that corner. But he sat straight, with head resting by the chin, arms folded, and legs in position. He was the only one who can sit that perfect when drunk. He was silent and did not snore.

Midnight came and he was still in that corner. His wife did not bother looking for him. She must have known that he will be sleeping sound wherever he is. It was not sure if she knows that he can sleep while sitting.

During that time, too, a thief who frequents the place was on his way, looking for anything that would be useful to him. But as he approaches the corner, he saw the drunken man. He got alarmed, and had second thoughts of continuing. He continued anyway.

As he got near, the drunken man grunted as his legs shifts position. The thief ran away. The drunken man continued the drunken reverie.