Insomnia
“They were in a New Age-y sort of diner called Day Break, Sun Down. The place was a little too ferny for Ralph, who believed in old-fashioned diners that gleamed with chrome and smelled of grease, but the pie was good, and while the coffee was not up to Lois Chasse’s standards – Lois made the best cup he had ever tasted – it was hot and strong.
‘Which way is that?’ Ralph asked.
‘There are certain things mankind – womankind, too – keeps striving for. Not the stuff that gets written up in the history and civics books, either, at least for the most part; I’m talking fundamentals here. A roof to keep the rain out. Three hots and a cot. A decent sex-life. Healthy bowels. But maybe the most fundamental thing of all is what you’ve been missing, my friend. Because there’s really nothing in the world that can measure up to a good night’s sleep, is there?’ ‘Boy, you got that right,’ Ralph said.
Wyzer nodded. ‘Sleep is the overlooked hero and the poor man’s physician.
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