To sleep after sunrise was impossible on account of the number of flies which kept buzzing about the face.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I am cursed with the inability to sleep on planes - ever.
I couldn't kill a fly.
For sleep, one needs endless depths of blackness to sink into; daylight is too shallow, it will not cover one.
The fly-by-nights don't want to spend any time with you.
Even though it was six o'clock, there was no sense of approaching dawn.
The only time I can't sleep is on a plane, when I am literally keeping it in the air with my brain.
It's unfortunate biologically we have to sleep.
Sleep is when all the unsorted stuff comes flying out as from a dustbin upset in a high wind.
Sleeplessness is a desert without vegetation or inhabitants.
There was never a night or a problem that could defeat sunrise or hope.