The Tunnel: A Night's Sleep
They woke at the same time, in the same bed, at the Holidy Inn Express near the capitol building. Neither of them had remembered to pull the curtains shut the night before, and the sun stuck a gnarled claw of beam through the window and crowed and blew its hot breath on their pallid faces.
"When's the last time you slept, Devil?" Bart asked, squinting.
"Not since that time," the Devil said. And Bart understood.
"How bout you?" the Devil asked.
"There was a time when I didn't sleep at all, didn't seem like it anyway. You could call it an incurable insomnia; lasted until the night before we met," Bart said. And the Devil understood.
"When's the last time you slept, Devil?" Bart asked, squinting.
"Not since that time," the Devil said. And Bart understood.
"How bout you?" the Devil asked.
"There was a time when I didn't sleep at all, didn't seem like it anyway. You could call it an incurable insomnia; lasted until the night before we met," Bart said. And the Devil understood.
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