the aesthetics of the buzz — "And when you nod off, you…"
And when you nod off, you sleep like a man of wax, and awaken in the same last position you remember falling asleep in.
Context
The seduction rendered so precisely it becomes its own argument for the danger: not a lurid high but a deliciously symmetrical calm, the self nested in concentric cushioned circles, pain demoted to a distant news-item, sleep like wax. This is what the refusal is refusing — not squalor but perfect centered peace — and the entry earns its place by making the reader feel exactly why the thing is so hard to say no to.