Holiday Homage Part Thirteen: Sleep

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

Consciousness: that annoying time between naps. ~Author Unknown

If there were an award for sleep, I would sweep the awards circuit. No one can compare to the artist of slumber, that being me. Sometimes, I wish that life took place in a gigantic bed. We would all live in pajamas and don our blankets as cloaks. If I ever were a superhero, I am quite sure that my power would have something to do with sleep and my costume would be in the pajama family. I derive strength in sleep, napping, relaxing, and I wish that I could dwell there more often. I love the feel of pajamas against the skin and curling under a few comforters and blankets and slowly drifting off into a world that is unknown and ever-changing.

I can sleep whenever I want and I find such refuge beneath the sheets, dreaming, hoping, remembering, and forgetting.

In the past few months, It has been a welcome treat to sleep and rejuvenate.

Hoping your Holidays are filled with the quietness, the nakedness of sleep,
Dustin

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