Walter turned into the jiffy off Hwy 50 outside Rusnick and parked his car. He climbed out, dragged himself inside for his usual coffee and cigarettes, paid the cashier, and stood just outside the door, wondering what tonight would bring, besides more sleepless nights.

Weeks ago, he’d stopped calling it insomnia, because that felt too much like a disease or illness. All he knew was that for some God-forsaken reason, he couldn’t sleep more than twenty minutes at a stretch and none of it was good sleep.

He used to spend a paycheck on those 5-minute sleep shots, but at $50 a pop, they didn’t provide the real sleep he was looking for. His body craved the deep, dreamless sleep he hadn't enjoyed in longer than he could remember.

He watched with bleary eyes as cars drove past, unable to do anything but stare with that spaced-out, numb look on his face.

"You okay, pal?"

Walter turned toward the night clerk and drew in a deep breath, let it out on a sigh.

"I'm fine," he murmured, took a drag on his cigarette. "Be better when I finally get some sleep."

"I hear ya," the clerk said with a grin of understanding. "I'd buy me a night at Sleep Land, but the price is too steep for my blood."

"Sleep Land?"

"Yeah," the clerk said. "It's that new place right off the highway, about five miles down the road, I'd say. You pay a hefty price, but I've heard it's worth the money for a good night's sleep."

Walter dropped his cigarette on the sidewalk and crushed it with the toe of his boot. "You just pay up and get to sleep?"

"Something like that. My cousin, Dawn, said she bought a package deal, but I don't know all of what they offer."

"I see," Walter said. "I'll have to check it out."

Walter drove by the sign that sat at the entrance to what looked like a retirement community. Small houses sat in neat rows with a large building in the center that had a massive "Welcome" sign on the front. Slowing down on the drive back, Walter turned into the entrance and meandered toward the building with the sign. He was greeted by a receptionist who had far too much pep for three in the morning. "How may I help you, Mr.?"

"Donovan. Walter Donovan."

"How may I help you, Mr. Donovan?"

"I heard that I can pay for a good night's sleep here?"

"You sure can," she smiled. "We have packages that range in price from $500 all the way into the several thousand dollar range, wholly based on what sort of sleep experience you'd like to have."

"Five hundred dollars for a night's sleep?"

"Oh no," the receptionist laughed softly. "That gets you five hours of sleep; however, you may have to contend with dreams that may be less pleasant than you'd prefer. Or they might be joyful and jovial. It's a toss-up."

"So how much would it cost me for eight straight hours of solid, dreamless sleep?"

"Eight-hundred for the eight hours and a thousand for the dreamless portion."

"Eighteen hundred dollars for one night's sleep?"

"That's right," the receptionist said with a smile that didn't seem to fit her mouth.

"Screw that," Walter said, but he took the pamphlet with him when he headed out the door.

Walter couldn't stop thinking about Sleep Land. He was tired of twenty minutes of sleep.

He looked down at his hands which he still was holding the paper, it had the phone number.

Then he looked at his phone. He wasn't sure if he wanted to pay 1,000 dollars on dreamless sleep.

What should I do? He thought. Should I buy the 1,000 dollar sleep? Are should I go with more sleepless nights?

He grabbed his phone and called Sleep Land.

R-ring.

R-ring.

R-ring.

R-ring.

"Hello?" a voice cracked from the other line.

"I would like to buy a dreamless night," Walter said.

"Right away, sir," the voice said. "What do you want, tonight, or some other time?"

"Tonight, I can't go with a norther sleepless night," Walter said.

"Okay, we will have it ready for you, when you get here, 'kay?" she said.

"'Kay," he said.

He grabbed his wallet and got his keys. He drove to Sleep Land.

He got out of his car and went into Sleep Land.

He got out 1,000 dollars and handed them to the lady at the desk. "Here, you go."

"Thank you. Right this way," she said.

He followed her and got into a tank.

He fell asleep.