being awake doesn’t bother me. I do rather enjoy life. But sleep is just so much better. Something about going to sleep is appealing. If it weren’t for the fact you had to inevitably wake up, it would be the perfect feeling.
Does anyone else feel like every time you wake up to a new day, a little more of you is stripped away? If I could turn down sleep, I probably would. Because every time I wake up, I slowly fall apart more. If sleeping wasn’t a factor then what is left of me would remain in tact. But you can’t stay awake, not forever. And so long as I keep waking up, I’ll slowly be getting destroyed more and more, until I don’t wake up again
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Yes, sleep is enveloping, isn’t it. Good sleep, wrapped up warm and protected, the world cannot get to you. And waking up again, to have to do it all over again, until sleep comes again, warm, limpid, like being in a perfumed bath.
I love sleep. I love my dreams. They are vivid and colorful and long. It is like going to the movies every night. I wish i never had to wake. I wake and say “Really, another day?”