I don’t like to sleep, I fight it like death.
Because it is in a way it is death, death to the day.
Sleeping is slipping out on a date, saying you’re going to the bathroom.
Sleep is like leaving your grandmothers death bed saying you’ll be back, but not really.
Sleeping is missing out on the best part of the day, the dark parts.
Sleeping is death.
I don’t like sleep. I fight it…
©The Autobiography of Mr. Perfect, 2013, written entirely on my iPhone.