The only time I can throw 80 yards is when my football-shaped alarm clock goes off in the morning.

Growing up I was so poor I wore coffee cups as shoes. The good part was my feet never fell asleep.

I had a dream about you last night. We watched pornography together, but purely for the storyline.

Sleep's what we need. It produces an emptiness in us into which sooner or later energies flow.

She used to say she could taste sleep and that it was as delicious as a BLT on fresh French bread.

Sometimes at night I would sleep open-eyed underneath a sky dripping with stars. I was alive then.

My alarm went off. My sleep went on. Dreaming about coffee is not the same as drinking down coffee.

I wasn’t fast asleep. But only because I was sleep walking, and I’m not a speed walker.

I blink like a blanket. I’m not asleep—this extended motionlessness is how I make love.

Sleeping AtlantisSilent cool watersdancing upon her skin ~silent cool waterushering dreams within...

I am Ebenezer Snooze, and I am frugal with my sleep. I buy warm coffee cold, so I can get a discount.

What would an ocean be without a monster lurking in the dark? It would be like sleep without dreams.

I had a dream about you last night... you were a giant slinky and I watched you fall down the stairs.

I paced while he slept, ricocheting like a dove skidding the lonely confines of a Joseph Cornell box.

You never know. Maybe when we’re dreaming…we’re more lucid than when we are awake.