Monday, 13 August 2018

on a sable carpet would you tread

Hello dear sleep
It's me..again.
I beckon, even beg thee
I had contrived a situation where you'd register, recognise and visit me each night, to tire myself out of breath and lay fatigued, but as wrecked as I am in miserable need to see a dream you seem to have overlooked my plight, yet again, and so without the usual orgulous air for which you openly host disdain I come with an insomniac awareness to beseech.
In this universe large I am but a small being, but in my universe you see dearest sleep I am complete and the sole sun of a small solar system which indeed twirls on its own axis for 24 hours each day, and it's of the utmost importance that you visit it each night, in the dark when all is quiet, and I shall stay silent about your nightly rituals that involve brewing a bit of sleep with dreams thrown in or even nightmares if you prefer.

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