Night is replacing morning as the worst time of day for him. The way it used to be in the months after the accident. He wasn’t sleeping much. And suddenly, he wasn’t sleeping at all, he was unable to close his eyes, his body was tense, his brain seethed from night until morning. He would set his alarm at eleven and crawl into bed, praying, and he would lie there and lie there until at last he would hear the warning click as the radio turned itself on and it was morning again. His father would come down the hall, to make sure he was awake. Awake. And he was never able to tell them, he would get up, get dressed, eat his breakfast, go to school, just as if his *** wasn’t dragging on the goddamn ground, he was so tired, so tired. He told Crawford once that was why he had done it–he had to get some sleep (85).

Oridnary People by Judith Guest