Let Me Sleep

Sleep—the lookalike of what we are when we take our last and final fall on the canvass, floor, any ground, bed, or wherever and howsoever that happens—is a prized gift and possession of all mankind and womankind and is a routine that everyone goes through when it is not yet time for that fall off the cliff.

When it is not there or does not come when it should come, it immediately becomes cause for concern—a serious cause for concern. Therefore, no one disturbs anyone who is sleeping—even the dog who we advise for us to allow to sleep if he is lying down because he could be more deadly dangerous if he were lying down but with his eyes wide open.

But unlike death from which there is no return, we come back as many times as we go to sleep to face what we left off at the time that we took off to the unknown, to do better than we did before or as much as we were doing, to do nothing sometimes, and at other times, to go back to sleep again if we do not have the liver to face what we see in our waking consciousness.

This is the story I have told here of a heroine and a hero. I hope you like reading it.