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

I’m a disciplined author. My diligent daily writing technique is called sleeping.


I write down my dreams. I use the excuse “I’m writing” to sleep all the time.

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

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

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

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

We were hooked when we woke.We had arms for each other.But I yearned to resumeMy dreams of another.

You smell heavenly. I slept on your side of your side of the bed because your pillow smells of you.

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

Last night I didn’t sleep for a solid eight hours. No, it melted a little. Damn global warming.

Know that dreaming is a waste of sleeping time and energy if you don’t wake up to achieve them.

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

I find out a lot about myself by sleeping. Dreams, they are who I am when I’m too tired to be me.

...there was a shortage of soft furnishings and I’m sorry to say I was forced to use hard liquor.