My relationship with the sleeping has never been much relaxed. I've always been so envious about who can't wait to look at a pillow without falling in a deep sleep a minute later. Yes, my nights are more similar to a slow and patient battle against my thoughts and some fears about the next day. Sleeping in a new place has always required the price of a long first night with no sleep. Ok, one could say that losing the control isn't exactly a skill of mine.
Given that, I've always been very impressed about people sleeping normally in a public place: a park, a bench, a garden, some people can fall asleep without any care of people walking around and looking at them; of someone that could ipotetically rob or hurt them...and also unconscious about the sneaky photographer, going around with his camera, ready to take shots of some incredibly funny faces and expressions we have while we're sleeping. Dilemma of the street photographer (taking advantage or not of the sleeper?) that is easy to defeat when you see some of these faces.
Maybe the public sleeping isn't always a choice...but I like thinking about it as an ability...
The street offers every kind of sleeper. Someone is able to sleep in the crowd and traffic, ignoring the noise of the mad honking drivers (especially in Rome!). Or there is who falls asleep on a bench in a park...sometimes with a wide mouth! Sometimes, there's is someone as a guard of our sleep...and sometimes a garden and a hat on the eyes is enough for forgetting the world!