And ever since then he hadn’t been able to sleep, he told Polo. Instead, every two or three days, his body would collapse and he’d black out for a while. That was what falling asleep felt like now, but the truth was that not even then could he avoid the nightmares, and he noticed the same was true for a lot of the boys: they would moan and cry and even talk in their sleep, and there was always one weirdo who’d kick off out of nowhere, start ranting and raving just because someone was snoring or farted; although, of course, the scariest of them all were the ones who slept like angels the moment
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