"We all know a nocturnal person. Maybe it's your mother, or a sibling, or a close friend. Maybe it's you. They stay up past any reasonable hour, cluttering up the spaces under the eaves and doing strange experiments when they think you won't notice. They're far louder than you would expect, forcing police to respond to late-night noise complaints and parents to witching-hour bedroom raids. They don't just work the graveyard shift, they are the graveyard shift. It's how they reproduce. The more a diurnal person is roused by the ramblings of their insomniac roommate, the more likely they are to fall prey to the same somnolence-sucking parasite that resides deep within the recesses of every nocturnal person. It's the natural order of things. Maybe one day, we'll all be nocturnal people." Maybe we already are."
