“I don’t know. Tiredness. It smells like.” Rodney paused and closed his eyes, breathing in. “It smells like lying in bed awake, and bad dreams, and the way the sheets feel when you’re really tired and everything’s gritty and you’re either too hot or too cold, and then just when you start falling asleep someone needs you and your radio goes off...”
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“I don’t know. Tiredness. It smells like.” Rodney paused and closed his eyes, breathing in. “It smells like lying in bed awake, and bad dreams, and the way the sheets feel when you’re really tired and everything’s gritty and you’re either too hot or too cold, and then just when you start falling asleep someone needs you and your radio goes off...”
Entirely accurate.