“Can’t sleep?” SIRS had asked. “No,” Cavalo said roughly. “Ah. I often wonder what it’s like.” “What,” Cavalo asked, pressing the heels of his hands to his eyes. “Sleeping,” SIRS had said. “Being able to dream. I’m told it’s a wondrous thing.” “Except when they’re nightmares. Not so wondrous when death is all you see.” SIRS’s eyes had flashed. “I would think that would be even better,” he’d said. “Because you wake up, your heart pounding in your chest, and there would be a moment of terror before clarity sets in. The relief one must feel at realizing it was just a dream seems like it would be the greatest sensation in the world. How I wish I could wake from a nightmare.”
Book:Crisped + Sere