What am I supposed to do with this sleepmongering body? Wanting more sleep than I’ll ever be able to afford, peddling its lethargic propaganda to my half awake mind. Just a few winks please, it is the currency of the brain you know. My bootless currents blur in and out as though traveling through a complex series of resistors. Maybe one day they’ll invent something that allows us not to have to sleep at all. This bleary hyposomnic state will soon be a distant dream. Or would we even dream anymore?

If only I could hibernate for the winter.