Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave of care
The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
Chief nourisher in life's feast.
~William Shakespeare, Macbeth
I love sleeping, thats all there is to it. Always have, always will. I love being in that half asleep state where you can just dream but you can control your dreaming much easier; its my favourite part of the day.
(I did two posts today because the mother one was for yesterday)
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