Sleep

There was a man who didn't know how to sleep; nodding

off every night into a drab, unprofessional sleep. Sleep that

he'd grown so tired of sleeping.

He tried reading The Manual of Sleep, but it just put him

to sleep. That same old sleep that he had grown so tired of

sleeping . . .

He needed a sleeping master, who with a whip and a

chair would discipline the night, and make him jump through

hoops of gasolined fire. Someone who could make a tiger sit

on a tiny pedestal and yawn . . .