While on the subject of sleep…

I’m tortured by it. Initially I wanted nothing to do with it. I loved the night life - everything was so mysterious and begging to be explored. But later, it became about the dreams. In short, dreaming was one big taunt about a world I could never experience. I could see it and almost feel it but it was never mine to possess. I’d wake in the morning and lie in bed desperately trying to go back to the world I just left until finally giving up.