The feeling of falling asleep — of abandoning wakefulness, of surrendering to drowsiness, of letting go of the day’s tensions — is one of my simplest pleasures. It doesn’t get much simpler than something I do every night, part of my daily maintenance.
I have to sleep. There’s no sense in feeling guilty about the enforced break. There’s no ‘I should be doing housework instead’. There’s only a need to shut down and sleep.
Sleep means dreams, and I relish my dreams. The surreal landscapes, the deep plots, the hidden messages. I love everything about dreams, even the nightmares that occasionally show up.
I love waking up. I smile most mornings because I have had sleep, have had journeys, have partaken of refreshment.
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