An Ode to Sleep

As I type I fear the darkness of slumber weighing down upon my brow like an anchor. So I shall rig up my bedsheets using my mattress as a vessel, I'm going to catch the wake of the wayward worries and sail off into the night. So goodnight you cold heartless world, perhaps you'll warm to me tomorrow. Maybe my dreams will come true and everything that I've ever hoped and prayed will come to pass, but for now I drift. In and out of consciousness, I am unaware of the time bandits stealing my opportunities. The only indication that something precious is being lost comes from the steady click of the clock on my wall. Never fear, that wall shall soon be removed for there are no boundaries where I'm headed. God willing I shall return, none the wiser of events transpired, while enjoying my stay on the shores of slumberland.