“The blanket was the flimsiest form of sleep protection. I’ve always dreaded the act of going to sleep, not for fear I wouldn’t wake but instead that I would wake and be woefully, perilously, self-loathingly, odiously, heuristically, irrevocably unprepared for the new and banal terrors that awaited.”

“The blanket was the flimsiest form of sleep protection. I’ve always dreaded the act of going to sleep, not for fear I wouldn’t wake but instead that I would wake and be woefully, perilously, self-loathingly, odiously, heuristically, irrevocably unprepared for the new and banal terrors that awaited.”

— Paul Tremblay