Lister collapsed to his haunches, hurled his head into his hands and made strange groaning sounds.
He was sick of it.
All he wanted to do was go home. Get back to Earth. Find a dead-end job and live out the rest of a boring existence. But no. From Mimas, to Deep Space, to unreality, to this; marooned in a smashed-up spacecaft that was tobogganing down a glacier, with only three squirts of gum ointment and half a bottle of vinegar between him and starvation.
Under the circumstances, Lister did the only sane thing.
He went back to bed.
—Red Dwarf: Better Than Life
Reality is sometimes stranger than fiction
Whatever happens in my dreams—I know it can't be worse than this
So I prefer to sleep
— "Mother Of Light (A New Age Dawns Part II)", Epica
I woke up late. I'd been sleeping longer and longer, then. I lay there and I listened to the birds singing and I couldn't think of any reason to get up. There wasn't anything I was looking forward to. That day, that month, ever. That was when I realized that if I didn't do something I was going to die. Just from not caring.
—Luna, Fated
