The old sleep poorly. Perhaps they stand watch.

death is an escape from rude realty for a while

What pillow can one have like a good conscience?

Sleep did not honor me with it’s presence.

That deep, can-still-taste-her-in-my-mouth sleep.

At night we sort the energy that by day we sense.

It's four A.M.! Who goes to bed this early!?

she ran away in her sleep and dreamed of paradise

I am a log, and last night I slept like a person.

One afternoon, disgusted, bravo, you fall asleep.

Sleep is a shallow death we practice every night.

Gen was sleeping the sleep of the heavily drugged.

With great power comes a great need to take a nap.

Sometimes I retreat into sleep to advance my mood.

Slowly I swam up from the bottom of a black sleep.