Desmond and The Cheering Room.

The pillow beckons, and the room around you cheers in agreement. Sleep! Sleep! Sleep!

You are smitten, taken in. So you pull a willingly blanket over yourself, all snuggled up. Then, half a minute into gorgeous sleep, you beg for the fan to shut it, because his constant shrilling sends shivers down your spine.

But once that's over, you fall into deep slumber, as image after image nudges you into a sleep that's deeper still. Cradled in fantastical dreams of flying. Rockabye rockaboo... Until you jolt up, shivering again.

The blanket's off.

But best to sleep on.
Because sleep is key.