I awoke, only to find that the rest of the world was still asleep.
Madness string 897
Sweet sleep! Enshroud me in thine fogencumbered wreath. Oh! To forget the world, and all of its dealings! Sleep, here I present myself to worship you. Come quickly, sweet Nemesis, I beg of you.
You shouldn't eat anything that talks, unless it was already dead and its relatives ask you to do so.