What is Sleep...
A blissful place full of dreams?
A place to face your fears?
A place to experience your fantasies?
Tell me,
Do I not deserve that?
To sleep?
To dream?
Do my eyes not wish to close?
Do I not wish to dwell in my imagination?
Of course I do!
And yet sleep evades me.
I love to sleep,
To dream,
To escape reality,
But, you see the problem is,
Sleep does not love me.
