Dead man sleeping.
On nights when I must find sleep by a certain very late hour but simply cannot sleep in spite of all efforts, I think of and try to dream about frightening stuff, like me falling off a cliff and falling and falling and falling. Instead of finding sleep, I wake up with a pumping heart.
Perhaps this is how I die.
Not in my sleep, not off a cliff, but while trying to find sleep, in the process of—
. . . . . . . . . . . . .
A man sleeping, a dead man sleeping. A man dead in his sleep is dead only to others; to him, he is peacefully sleeping after dreaming frightening dreams.