Slipping Into The Reverie Of Mystery…

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…


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