Sleep falls over me** like a shade coming down a window, falling delicately, the presence of light no more than a mere disillusionment of sore eyes, with the validity of reality losing importance my thoughts travel in the direction of the unknown; however, what is the unknown but what has yet to be created, sculpted, conditioned into a mad, mindless fiend? or perhaps a warm, enveloping pair of arms ready to engulf me into a hug? I am falling, rising, ascending, drifting, all at once yet I am ever present between my sheets that are smoother than velour. There is no finish and there is no beginning. My days are drawn out dreams, and exhausted at the end of them I relax in order to embark on adventures I remain incapable of, rendered motionless, I enter my true reality.