I hate
sleep. I hate the feeling of
falling asleep, like I'm
drowning, like
hands pulling me down, down into a deep,
dark oblivion, pushing and pulling me into chaotic
dreams.
I hate the nature of dreaming, I can't stand going about my dream-state acting as if everything is perfectly normal, so what if that man has snakes for hair, so what if I can suddenly fly.
I hate the process of waking up, feeling like I'm tearing myself away from sleep's sticky tendrils, gasping for air, struggling to come afloat. I hate waking up and finding that I am more exhausted than I was upon entering the sleep state.
I hate sleep.