Sleep dot-dot.
Sleep dot-dot.
Sleep the wonderland of ever unfolding mysteries.
I look Into the depths of a dreamscape and the dreams look back at me, as myself but not me.
How I love to dream, how I love to sleep, how sleep loves me.
I am almost now able to stay awake as I fall asleep. A minute in and I hear myself breathing deeply.
And then amnesia comes again…
Sleep.
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