"It's time to go to bed."
"But Mom-"
"No buts! You're a growing kid. You need to rest."
I remember when this used to be my reaction every time that I needed to go to bed. I would practically be forced to, by my parents, because I was a "growing kid" after all.
I'd be enjoying my day and doing things that young kids my age simply loved to do. Watch television, play computer games (those games on CD-ROM okay, not games online which kids nowadays are obsessed with), and read my favorite books.
Bed time usually signaled the end of that for me. And I'd always meet it with frustration.
How ironic is it that the situation has been reversed now and sleep is something I constantly long for.
Gone are the days when I would dread bed time. In fact, it even seems a lifetime ago.
When I simply want to put things off, I sleep. When I want to shut the world out, I sleep. When I want to stop thinking about things that trouble me or consume my thoughts, I sleep.
Sleep, sleep, sleep.
Even the word itself has a lovely, relaxing sound to it.
It has become a welcome escape. A fail-safe even.
Just imagine seeing your bed after a long and tiring day. You drop your bag and take off your shoes.
Grabbing your favorite pillow, you slowly sink in the sheets..
You curl your body slightly to follow the contours of the pillow you're cuddling. The cool air lulls your mind to drift into peaceful thoughts.
At first, you can still see everything with clear detail; but give it a few minutes, all distractions will be tuned out. You'll move away from the reaches of reality and enter a world where dreams are real.
You revel in it without a care in the world, because you know that you are free.
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Doesn't just imagining it make you want to sleep?
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