Sleep..... Is a funny thing. You take it for granted all your life. When you're young, you hate it, because it means an end to the day. But when you get older, you love it for the exact same reason. Sometimes we dream. And sometimes we don't, or at least we can't remember if we dreamed. Sometimes sleep comes easy. But it seems like when you need it most.... It deserts you.
I've heard it described as a temporary death. A time for our spirits to exit our bodies and roam. I've also heard it explained as a way to recharge our minds. But one thing that is universal, the one constant of sleep..... Is that we need it in order to survive. Nobody is sure exactly why. Scientists have theories, but that's just it. Theories are not solid fact.
So we've established that we need sleep to survive. Eight hours a night is ideal. However, you can run on less. But you can only go so long being sleep deprived before your body shuts down and forces you to rest, or you die. Or both.
That's what happens when we get too little sleep. But when we get too much..... What happens then? Such as being sedated for too long, or being in a coma?
Well..... I'm fairly sure I can clear that up for you. You see.... I'm in a coma myself. Bit of a predicament, right? I bet you want to know how I got here. How long I've been here. Truth is, I don't know. But I have more important things to think of.
Like how to escape the Penitentiary that my mind has become.
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Short Stories
Short StoryThis is where I'll write short snippets of possible stories I might write one day. Who knows. Anywhoodle, I hope you enjoy whatever I come up with in here, there may be violent deaths and stuff though, so careful there. I might even write some dream...
