Sleep

Sleep pulls me into deep dark chambers of mystery.Far away from any sign of life. Defying it is impossible. It grips me with its cold hands. I am pulled from life into sleep. Darkness envelops me. I scream with horror, yet I laugh for joy. Sleep pulls me into a secret place. A place filled with everything. Both sadness and joy. It brings me into a fairy tail. And pulls me into a horror story. When I call for sleep it does not come.When I push it away it comes. It is the worst yet best thing. I love it, yet I hate it. I never know what will be in those icy chambers of horror. I never know what will be in those cosy hallways of joy. I hate to fall into its pit. But long to walk through its castle gates.