“Groping blindly in the darkness, he sank between the white mounds of cool feathers and slept as he fell, across the bed or with his head downward, pushing deep into the softness of the pillows, as if in sleep he wanted to drill through, to explore completely, that powerful massif of feather bedding rising out of the night.” SleepDreamsDreamingRestSleepingRestless Sleepers Book:The Street of Crocodiles Source: The Street of Crocodiles