Sticky drool puddled on my right arm, which had fallen asleep. I wiped my cheek of my saliva, careful as to not pull too hard and crack my chapped lips. My mouth was dry and I anticipated my neck being sore, but to my surprise, I felt great. I open and closed my hand to ease the needles bringing it back to life. The seat was far more comfortable than the hard cot I’d used in the shed, and I found myself quite refreshed by the nap.

When I sat up, I heard a plastic crunch of a disposable bag. T...