If this thing goes seven, we may be zombies. Or vampires. Undead creatures of the night.

We certainly will suspect we have shifted into a new time zone, one where our “days” dissolve into evenings.

Over in France, I woke at about 6 a.m. Saturday, local time. Looked at my watch. Feared World Series Game 3 might be over. Since it began at 2:09 a.m., in France.

Ha.

Ha-ha.

It was 1-1 in the middle of the ninth, and late-arriving viewers (such as moi) were not going to watch a few outs made in an inning or two.

This one had another nine innings to go in a game that lasted a postseason record 7 hours and 20 minutes.

And for Dodgers fans just tuning in, it meant three-plus extra hours of unexpected, on-the-precipice baseball that ended with the home team winning on a home run by Max Muncy — at 1230 a.m. in Los Angeles, 3:30 a.m. in Boston and 9:30 a.m. in France.

By which time those of us who were awake and interested were emotionally drained.

I met the day already exhausted.

The Dodgers had to win Game 3 to have any real hope of defeating what looks like a superior opponent, the Boston Red Sox.

They did, but oh, did they make it hard.

It was 1-0 into the eighth, thanks to a homer by Joc Pederson and seven innings of two-hit ball from Walker Buehler … but then Kenley Jansen gave up an eighth-inning homer to Jackie Bradley, and off we all were, deep into the night, then deep into the morning.

The Dodgers could have lost it in 11, but center fielder Cody Bellinger caught a fly ball and threw out Ian Kinsler who had tagged and tried to score, ending the inning.

They ought to have lost it in 13, after Boston scored on a throwing error by reliever Scott Alexander, but they got an unearned run of their own, while down to their last out, when second baseman Kinsler slipped on the dewy Chavez Ravine grass and made a bad throw that allowed Yasiel Puig to reach first — and Muncy to score from second base.

In a way, it would have been a deliverance to those of us who actually had something planned for Saturday morning, but Dodgers fans were not ready to give up, and neither was their team.

Nathan Iovaldi, one of Boston’s starting pitchers, came on and threw six-plus, allowing just the unearned run — until Muncy took him deep on a full-count backdoor slider (shades of Kirk Gibson, 1988) to lead off the bottom of the 18th, and Muncy hit it to the opposite field just deep enough to get the ball over the fence but not into the pavilion.

And it was over.

How many Dodgers fans were almost too drained to celebrate?

I was nearly a wreck — and I saw only half the game?

Fans who tuned in from the first pitch … they had been through seven hours of waiting/hoping the club’s offense would come around … and that the bullpen (yes, including you, Alex Wood) would hold up.

It was close, but it did. The Dodgers probably made it harder on themselves by not considering “small ball” (walk, bunt, RBI single) at any point. Every guy on the team was upper-cutting and thinking about launch angles, from Muncy on down to Enrique Hernandez.

So it was frustrating, as well as nerve-racking, and we get to do at least two days of this, now.

Here is a stat that has been knocking around: The Dodgers and Red Sox played more baseball in Game 3 (7:20, if you recall) than the new York Yankees and Cincinnati Reds did in the whole of the 1939 World Series — won in a Yankees sweep that took up only 7:05. That was four games, remember. (Of course, they didn’t have commercial breaks to wade through, and nine innings of guys taking a lot of pitches and trying to end it with a homer.)

The first two games of the 2018 season were not exactly quick. Game 1 was 3:12; Game 2 was 3:52, which is 7:04 — just a minute off the Yankees rapid conquest of the Reds in ’39.

And, yes, we late-late fans, cum early morning fans, saw a lot of those two games, as well.

Everyone ready for Game 4?

Didn’t think so.