Waynak, Mr. Sandman?
The Sandman is an elusive fella. No matter how many sleepless nights you spend looking for him, you won’t find the tiniest speck of him. But then, just like that, and without so much as a whisper or a care for the time of day, he’ll sneak up on you to whisk you away to slumberland. You’ll desperately want to go with him. But instead, you’ll say: “How nice of you to finally check in, Mr. Sandman. But I’m driving. If I go with you now, I’ll most probably end up flying towards the light. Please come back later tonight.”
He’ll want to oblige. But instead, he’ll say: “I’ll see you when I see you, then.”
And so you keep looking and waiting.