Thou shall not lie.

Morning was always somber (or sombre) as usual. I was late to work twice this week. Yeah, everyday for this weekdays. I started to realise for now what a luxury it has been, sleeping. It's not because of the dreams that you had or about to have, but its about having your body being put completely in an idly comforting position for hours. It's about the groggy feeling that you have in the morning when you wake up. Such a finest pleasure ever known to man (besides orgasm), and it's made by nature.


Is it ever so great? Some people might have a contradicting opinion about sleeping. Some says sleeping is the least productive moment in life; 'you'll only get dreams when you sleep'. Some thinks that eventually you'll sleep enough in the grave, and its better to spent all the time that you have and 'live life to the fullest everyday'. Some even went too far by saying that sleeping is the cousin of death. Trevor Reznik, of "The Machinist", would agree with that. He only went to sleep after he found out the truth about himself; a confused delusional psychopath switching in between himself and his alter ego.

To me, this wasn't even supposed to be written or said, nor arguing about what a sleep really is. Nothing can explain this phenomenon, it's just...existed, right from when we were born. We sleep after that.

“Sleep is perverse as human nature, Sleep is perverse as a legislature, Sleep is as forward as hives or goiters, And where it is least desired, it loiters.” - Ogden Nash

I can't really understand that either...