Once upon a time, she slept.
Remember when there was sleep in the world? I do. I remember sleep. Real sleep. The sort you woke from refreshed. It's like when Rufus Sewell in Dark City asks William Hurt if he can remember daylight. It's very much like that:
John: Wait. I got a better one. When was the last time you did something during the day?
Bumstead: What do you mean?
John: I just mean during the day. Daylight. When was the last time you remember seeing it? I'm not talking about a distant, half-forgotten childhood memory.I mean, like, yesterday. Last week? When? Do you have a single memory? You don't, do you? I don't think the sun even exists in this place. 'Cause I've been up for hours and hours, and night never ends.
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The dim memory of real sleep.
My eyes are on fire.
John: Wait. I got a better one. When was the last time you did something during the day?
Bumstead: What do you mean?
John: I just mean during the day. Daylight. When was the last time you remember seeing it? I'm not talking about a distant, half-forgotten childhood memory.I mean, like, yesterday. Last week? When? Do you have a single memory? You don't, do you? I don't think the sun even exists in this place. 'Cause I've been up for hours and hours, and night never ends.
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The dim memory of real sleep.
My eyes are on fire.