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- He lay back and got comfortable. Back then comfort mattered. Back then it took a lot to get him in the mood.
- No sleeping pills. He’d tried those, but that was a mistake. Sometimes the drugs blocked him; sometimes the drugs trapped him. A nightmare either way.
- Comfort was the thing. A good bed with enough pillows. A recliner by the fire. The sofa in his office. Maybe later it would be easier. Cat naps. That would be good. That was a goal. A little sleep on the road, on a mission, in the field.
- For now, though, he had to cater to the needs of the body in order to soothe the mind and open all those doors.
- He closed his eyes and let himself drift.
- Drift.
- Drift.
- Until he was very far away.
- -Kill Switch pg. 31, Kindle Edition.
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