There is life, and there is death, and in between there is me. Please don’t wake me up.

Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.

Fer in our dreams we find ourselves. Who we were. Who we are. Who we can become. Sleep. Dream.

I’m a sound sleeper. Every time I hear a sound I wake up. Sometimes I envy Helen Keller.

We both fell asleep wrapped up together with the wolves still lullaby-ing us in the background

I just realized my reality, and I’d like to say No Thanks. I’m going back to sleep.

Sleep is an unfortunate biological requirement that both wastes time and leaves one vulnerable.

Before he could lose courage he flung himself back and slammed his sleep-inducer to full theta.

I had a dream about you last night.. you were holding a pine cone and introducing him as Gerald.

I drift into the armpits of strangers, tasting their manic salt, and sleep to forget everything.

I didn't want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that's really sad.

For some it is harder to wake up to the truth of life than it is to fall into the sleep of death

...How terrible, those dreams before sleep were—the worse kind, mixing hope with despair...

I had a dream about you last night... Well I say dream I mean nightmare... you were a Yankee fan.

The last thing she remembered before finally drifting off was how nice Steffi's hair smelled.