You know when you wake up and there are little grubby bits of crunchy flakey stuff in your eyes? Most people call this sand. Or sleep. But really it’s biscuit crumbs. All night you lie there and crust over, the Biscuitman making you more idle, less productive. His dream is that you will finally crust over completely. But when the sun rises, we wake up and crack all the biscuit-skin that has grown in the night, brush it off, and shine like apples, fresh for a new day.