If the sleep of reason produces monsters, what does the sleep of unreason produce?

...the wind hums low with sweet exultation, sings its lullaby, while you sleep ...

I’m still afraid to sleep—too many ghosts peering creeping condemning.

I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I'm awake, you know?

Waking up next to you is like when other people get to sleep in and keep dreaming.

I had a dream about you last night... shortly after I woke up screaming in terror.

It was a way of recognizing places of enchantment: people falling asleep like this.

Somebody needs to pet me, and I guess that somebody is me. My cat is busy sleeping.

Our rest is formed by our waking life and our waking life is formed by our sorrows.

sometimes I saw you to awake whole night.either you are too happy or too disturbed.

They said a lot of things to each other that night, but nothing that involved words.

Sleep is not on good terms with broken hearts. It will have nothing to do with them.

I had a dream about you last night.. you were trying to give coordinates to an apple

I've been able to sleep with my eyes open ever since I started watching baseball.

That gap between half sleep and half awakening has always been occupied by nostalgia.