Sleep, soft blanket flung across the cradle of night,
bridgeing the chasms which lie between the days;
elusive until the magic switch plunges us into oblivion.
This parallel world of repose, infiltrated at times
by dreams, good or bad to disturb or pleasure the hours,
is awash with hidden memories and desires.
Dreamless sleep girds us with the armour of rejuvenation
to face the challenge of the coming day,
as we reluctantly unwrap the blanket
and crawl into the morning.
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