Gentle Ramblings

5:34 a.m. – Sleep

What happens to us while we sleep? It’s all incredibly vague, most of the time I wake up like an amnesia patient. Can’t remember a damn thing. One moment I’m laying there, blinking away sleepily at the street light coming in from the blind’s edge, listening to her snore. Then a marimba harpsichord starts blaring like sirens beside my ear, and I guess it’s a new day.