Towards the slumber I pass myself to my nightmares and dreams. To which the night gives is a mystery, but to what I give the night is my life. The forceful nature of the world to take a portion of my being and keep it locked away from me. A lifespan so short, yet it is shortened even more by the slumber. I sleep and dream that I will one day expel the need for sleep as it takes the essence of my life away. To sleep is a prison I would soon rather escape than spend the sentence it passes to me. I say to you goodnight and I will see you in the morning when I escape my cell and breathe back in my life for the next page in my ever expanding book.