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Arriving at the wooden bench on Feather Way, Michel stared at the queue of pastel-coloured, cushiony people of different shapes and sizes waiting to have a turn on the bench. Those in the queue dropped like dead flies into a temporary sleep before waking and standing up again. The domino-like queue, which stretched for mile upon mile, had an appearance of many mini-drawbridges, opening and closing on a continuous basis.
“Coming through,” shouted Mayor Sandman as people in the queue grumbled. “Visitors in our company, let us pass.”
When people in the queue saw Duke and Michel they smiled put their hands together, yawned and then stood aside. Michel overheard them chat about the past and how Nap Land was once such a great, comfortable place for napping.
At the bench, Mayor S
