Ode to Sleep

It is seven o’clock in the morning,
My alarm clock
Squawking for me to rise.
I hate that stupid thing
That rouses me from sleep.

Sleep,
That glorious sensation
Of feeling the warmth of my bed,
Of seeing nothing but darkness,
Of hearing naught but my heart and breath.

They say sleep is necessary
To organize your thoughts
And rest your body.
If it is so critical,
WHY did someone invent the alarm?

Sleep is that place where anything happens.
Dragons burn down villages,
You suddenly become a black belt
In tae-kwon-do.
Save the villagers! Beat the dragon!

And now you’re in love
Kissing the boy of your dreams
Underwater
With a psychedelic dance party around you.
Strange things happen in dreams.

But the best part of sleep
Is when you finally have enough.
When you wake up
Without the alarm’s screeches
The refreshment of being well rested.

Ah, the perfect, daily unconsciousness
That is sleep!