“The sound of the motor lulls him to sleep. (Joe)Great. I always wanted to fly with a narcoleptic pilot. (Steele)”
“As he slept, his heartbeat returned to slow and steady, lulling her. Before she joined him, she decided that she never wanted to sleep without that sound again.”
“In the spirit of slumber parties, I want to have a sleepover and invite only narcoleptics.”
“You know what I love about this place? (Joe)I hope it’s not the décor. (Steele)”
“I won’t be lulled by the lullaby, when what waits after is eternal sleep.”
“I’m a patriotic pilot. I know how to fly a flag. Of course I don’t fly anything anymore, not after my boating accident.”