Rockabuy Baby Scene 168

Andrew had assumed the tactical position of an impoverished King whose single hastily constructed tower was besieged by a hostile mob of ignorant peasants; he could neither march out to reclaim his lands until they dispersed nor could he affect the surrounding environment. He had become a prisoner of his rejuvenated body and brain. As the eyes of the formula sated infant body closed in slumber, Andrew’s sensorium decreased by several orders of magnitude. Andrew’s heart slowed while his respiration became slow and even as his body descended into a deep sleep. Despite himself, Andrew felt his psyche dragged unwillingly into the solace of nepenthe of slumber.