How odd is the realm of slumber–both sublime and remiss.

On the one hand, it is an escape. The world is full of woes and wants,

and neither e’er resolved.

But slumber is a pause from all the cares and sorrows thereby.

It is rejuvenating, invigorating, and in dreams, inspiring.

Transporting us to worlds of contemplation, imagination, and at times the divine.

On the other hand, it is a great waste.

All that could be accomplished,

All the good conversation ended,

All the fancies to be consumed must be paused for the bodily demand.

Some look forward to loved ones on the other side,

Others long to hear the “well done”.

I look to these as well, but am delighted that no longer shall my enjoyments, conversations, and merriment be ended by the tyranny of slumber.

Of all the realms we must endure while in this mortal shell,

none is as blessed and cursed as slumber’s realm.