The Boy sat down on the cold floor with The Old Man, both holding cups of hot cocoa.
"Ever since the Great Sleep Depletion of 2053, sleep's been really hard to come by." The Old Man said, clutching his cup harder. "Some people say that the United States blamed it all on North Korea because of their known experiments with sleep depleting weapons, so they nuked 'em a bunch of times, which might've destroyed all of the sleep. Others say that the entire southern hemisphere of the earth just collectively decided to burn all of their sleep in an effort to not be sweaty all damn day in sunny 104-degree weather."
The Boy took a sip of the cocoa "What do you think?"
"Me personally, I think that one guy who eateth the pudding in the old stories told by the Sleep Stormers caused all of this in the first place." The Old Man leans in closer "But you know what kid since you've made it this far into the Jumbjinja Desert I'll let you in on a little secret."
The Boy leaned in closer as The Old Man looks outside for any eavesdroppers, "A little further up from here, there's a watchtower. Under the 20th step near the supporting pillar, there's a sleep package. That should be enough sleep for a trip from here to outskirts of Dallas. There's also an old peashooter at the top of the tower, but be careful who you point that thing at you don't want to be going like me."
"Okay well uh, thanks." The Boy said finishing his cocoa and grabbing his stuff.
"And when you find your mother " The Old Man paused, "When you find your mother, tell her I said hi."
"Yeah, I will." The Boy said, exiting the cold metal shack into the colder wilderness of the Jumbjinja Desert.
I'm goin' to take a pretty cool nap, my dude.
"No seriously, what am I doing?" (yobrepap64, 2007)