Despite this, sleep eluded SomeWhat. He was still pretty happy just lying there imobile in his bed as his organs slowly killed each other, but a nagging feeling at the back of his mind (his inner-childmother) told him that sleep was necessary. SomeWhat sighed, and rolled over to his bookshelf. What did he have that would reteach him how to go to sleep. His bookshelf, had an interesting reading list, but nothing seemed appropriate to the situation: