A state of reduced consciousness that darkens my lit world, silences the noise in my little space, and introduces me to a dramatic scene.
A place where my actions are defined by my values, likes, dislikes, troubles, and peace of mind, where the hidden things of life are revealed by the greater being.
A place that connects me to my real world with snoring and gibberish to explain my role.
That thing that makes me fall with a heavy head and rise with blush eyes to express my released stress. It’s that thing called sleep.
©Goodness makuochukwu
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