But I was awake, sitting by the window looking down at the trailer and Mr. Zoltan's truck. I could not sleep. That is how it is with folks my age. We take naps during the day, and then we cannot sleep at night. I think that it is because God is getting us ready for the grave. Is that right? Did He ever tell you? ("The Little Stranger")
Gene Wolfe, American Fantastic Tales: Terror and the Uncanny from the 1940's Until Now
age, death, elderly, grave, sleep