To Rest in Peace

The Sandman got some old grains in his eyes, and dammit man! the evening was pressing on. He had a job to do, despite his eyes being bleary and red. He yawned to himself, quite irrationally cheery: "Blast it now I've been doing this for years---everyone knows I can get it done with my eyes closed!"

So he mustered his grit and groped his way to the door.... every man, woman, and child thoroughly annoyed. Everyone in a sleeping fit. Sand all about! Sand in the mouth, sand in the ears, sand up the nose---Not a single eye that could restfully close. Ugh! the horror of it!

The tormented would be sleepers wriggled and squirmed--- just ready to die's the thought that they inadvertantly formed... And the night watchman chuckled. The evening had gone according to plan. He brandished his scythe in his left hand, ready to bid us all a Very Good Night.