Deep Sleep

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We questioned him about his sleeping patterns, and here’s what he said...

Submitted: April 04, 2018

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He said that he could seldom get a good night’s sleep, and when we asked him why he simply shrugged his shoulders. He didn’t know, is what the man told us. He said that for as long as he could recall, sleep had been an enemy rather than a friend. We suggested that perhaps he was anxious, had too much on his mind, too many things on his plate. He shook his head and said no. He seldom slept and he seldom spoke. But the truth eventually formed, rode the crest of words and escaped his half-open mouth. He said that he was afraid to let go. He didn’t want to lose control over his thoughts, waking up the next day and not remembering how his dreams began or ended. He wished that he could remember every detail of his dreams, and glue together the jagged fragments that otherwise lacerated his soul. Yet each morning his soul bled a drop or two. We suggested that letting go was a good thing, that perhaps he should change his outlook on the matter, and realize how liberating it could be to simply close one’s eyes and surrender to deep sleep. He then gave us a curious response. He said, “surrendering and letting go is what I do in my waking hours. It’s what I’m good at. So I will not allow my dreams to take control, for the night is mine and mine alone. It is the only time where I get to play the king without the judgment of the outside world.”  

 

He didn’t close his eyes again until we killed his dreams. Then, he smiled and drifted off. And somehow we knew that he would never wake up again.


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