We are not dealing with flesh and bone

We are dealing with evil.

I fell asleep many times. So often. Dreams, waking. Dozing, janitors checking to see if I'm okay. Alone, hooded eyelids, leaning on sun-hot cement benches unable to stand. Lying under desks, sleeping on the clock, pretending to hook up computer cables.

There's nothing like a fantastic corroboration of operational stoppages.