It is not the unconsciousness of sleep that I enjoy, but the hypnagogic period late at night when I am lying in bed and the whole house is quiet. I am not fully awake, nor am I fully asleep. Drifting between wakefulness and sleep, I lie in a foetal position as if the whole world is my cradle. My thoughts fly freely, unconstrained by the responsibilities and duties of full consciousness. If I look the right way, I can see the stars peering in through the window, illuminating the dark night sky. The skyline never really sleeps, giving its own little dots of light, breaking the darkness.
The darkness and silence envelopes the whole world. The bustling noise of the world has been silenced, as if a blanket has been dropped over the planet. The whole body becomes peaceful, just like the rest of the world, into sleep's motherly embrace.
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