I wake up in my bed. Well, once again, ON my bed, with a throw over me, and yet again, it’s mid-morning, and I cannot remember anything after falling asleep. There’s no way I slept right through from five p.m., but as I check my bedside clock, it flashes nine forty-three a.m. at me. I rub my eyes in disbelief. I didn’t dream, no night terrors, no crazy shadows and monsters dragging me out of slumber—a silent dreamless sleep that seldom happened before I came back here. This is ...