Sleep ringed the edges of his schedule; eventually, all he came to know was sleep. At first it was after his meals and the morning alarm, but then it kept getting worse. The gaps between classes were not free from sleep, as were eventually his earliest and latest classes themselves. Sleep came in the fifteen minutes or so before club meetings and game nights, growing to fill the fifteen minutes or so after they had begun. Sleep even came as he stood in the shower, leaving the hot water running red scars down his back. It was all biochemistry, and thus entirely excusable. He realised that things finished faster when he had to sleep soon. They admired his circadians, his calming presence, and how easily he could vanquish himself from it. It would bring him great health, they said. With sleep, he could be excused from the worries of the world. Sleep came again and again. One day, sleep never left. They would have enshrined him for it, had they remembered in time.