I am not asleep, nor am I awake, and in my reverie things I have seen mingle with things I have read or heard, like rivers of different colour or clarity meeting.
She slept a lot and was grateful to her body for responding to her alternating moods of fear and boredom by dozing frequently.
Sleep mothered them; and left the twilight sad.
I erase and rebuild the world in my sleep, and in the morning I try to remember how to rebuild myself.
Even asleep, he looked worn, like the longest slumber couldn’t grant him rest.
He had complete control over her sleep: she dozed off at the second he chose.