Truth, like love and sleep, resents approaches that are too intense.
I think insomnia is a sign that a person is interesting.
Somebody needs to pet me, and I guess that somebody is me. My cat is busy sleeping.
I drink sleep, but not like I drink coffee. I chug one and sip the other.
Some people wake up drowsy. Some people wake up energized. I wake up dead.
Sleep without the fragrance of her hair next to him was impossible.
Evil in general does not sleep, and therefore doesn’t see why anyone else should.
I just sleep here sometimes. It’s better than going home exhausted.
Life is something that happens when you can’t get to sleep.
Am I sleeping? Have I slept at all? This is insomnia.
it felt like waking up over and over without falling sleep in between.