I love to sleep. I don’t do it enough, but I plan to do more of it because it makes me feel ... happy.
When I am sad ... I like to sleep.
When I am mad ... I like to sleep.
When I cry and don’t always know why ... I like to sleep.
When I can’t think ... I need to sleep.
I curl up and wrap myself with the covers and my arms until sleep gently rocks me into bliss. I sometimes dream, but often I just float and release all the worries away from my peaceful slumber. Sleep is a medicine of unknown ingredients that always seem to work for all my ailments. It heals me, soothes me, wraps me in its arms and cradles me back to a place where I can feel again, and to that place where I know I can think, smile, dance, and love without borders.
I love sleep. Sleep loves me.