
Who needs sleep?
well you're never gonna get it
Who needs sleep?
tell me what's that for
Who needs sleep?
be happy with what you're getting
There's a guy who's been awake
since the Second World War

I am so tired. I sit at my desk and fantasize about pillows and duvets and downy beds in a blissfully quiet room. I long for sleep the way others long for world peace or an end to world hunger.

Right there, in the middle of that bed. That's where I want to be. Sleeping. With no one bothering me, no one crying, no one needing a site change or a diaper change or a personality change. Just me, alone. Glass of water on the table, maybe a fluffy novel to read and hours and hours and hours of uninterrupted sleep.
3 comments:
That sounds sooooo nice. Thank God for spring break next week.
I have sooo been there. Fantasizing about sleep, that is. A sad reflection of my life, isn't it.
Sounds wonderful... Maybe in 3-5 years? :-{
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