emelaeth

I sit here and examine sentences more carefully than necessisary. My eyelids are fluttering shut as Sleep begins to wrap its protective arms around me from behind. I can here her whispering in my ear....come to bed and I'll take everything away...I'll make you whole again. But Sleep is a whore and after several hours of bliss she pushes me out of her warm embrace and I am forced back out into the cruetly of reality. I love sleep...maybe too much. From the moment I resentfully peel back the second skin of my warm covers, all I can think of is how long it will be until I can return. I have been turning to her more and more only to be scorned more severely when she tires of me. But I am weak...and she always wins...mostly I let her.