On the first warm day of the year, The Sleeping Man entered Gothamberg through the back door by the dumpsters on the East Wing. The storage room brought him to an elevator. Late last night, The Sleeping Man decided to sleep outside. He found a short strip of lawn shielded by a wall of shrubbery; it was too hot in the staircase. It had been a long winter and the staircase smells awful, he thought, facing the elevator door. Wide awake by this point, The Sleeping Man pushed the up arrow (his only choice). The door immediately opened, as the elevator rested on the basement floor from the cleaning personnel's last use (each morning at 5 am, the trash is collected and tossed out - surely they were guilty for leaving the exit propped open). With a jerk, the elevator began its trip to the top floor. The Sleeping Man decided to watch the sun rise from the end of the hallway before returning to his belongings in the staircase many flights below. sleeping man, elevator, roof