I should be in bed. I should be sleeping. I don’t want to though. I don’t want to go to bed, nor to sleep. Sleep bring bad dreams. Dreams that I don’t want to deal with. Dreams that disturb. But that wonderful feeling just before falling asleep, that peaceful bliss, of being halfway between the world or reality and that of uncontrollable strangeness. That feeling alone is worth it.
I shall go, and hope my sleep is peaceful and refreshing.