I dream of proper sleep. Nowadays, it comes to me so randomly. When I need to, I can't. When I've had enough of it, I still look for more!

My relationship with sleep for a long time now has been either love or hate. I love to sleep as it's my favorite, blissful escape from the world that requires a lot of your time and attention. On the flip side, as you have more of it, you tend to become unproductive and useless to a society that constantly needs your care and participation.

And now at this exact moment, I can't. It eludes me. It's not that I don't want to sleep, it's more of: it's not happening right now.


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