That night I writhed and wrestled with the bedcovers. My arm was burning with the need to scratch, like a rash gone wild, spilling up my arm in fiery lashes like fresh, oozing bites. I turned the pillow for the chill the other side usually brought but found only damp warmth. Nothing soothed me.
My dreams had turned to nightmares, full of glinting teeth and hacking, spluttering laughs; the sound of men turned mad by gas and the far off promise of home. They stared me down and never blinked, watching from the shadows as I opened my eyes and as I closed them. I’d watched them so long, I knew their faces as well as my own.
Russian Sleep Experiment Artwork by Daniel Tyka @ artificialdesign
The Russian Sleep Experiment
Four political prisoners living in a 1940s Siberian POW camp volunteer to be Subjects in a Soviet Military experiment. They are promised freedom in exchange for completing the exercise. In return they must endure 30 days without sleep, fuelled by Gas 76-IA. One researcher, Luka, stands alone in believing the experiment needs to be stopped before irreversible damage is done but is he too late? The Subjects no longer want the Gas switched off.