85. Sleep

“Darling, it’s time to wake up and get ready for work.”

I wake to this phrase everyday, to the rolling melodious voice of my beloved, and to the warm smile that was as beautiful as dawn. My beloved would place a chaste kiss to either side of my cheeks, and to my forehead on the occasion. These little acts of love that she showers on me every morning brighten my day more than anything else.

I often wish that I could do the same for her, but sleep is like a stubborn child which clings on to my consciousness for as long as it could, coyly luring me with the prospects of wonderful dreams. I have been chided more than once by my family and my love for oversleeping, earning myself the title of ‘sleepyhead’. The rare days where I did wake up earlier than the woman I adore were spent in bliss as I absorbed the image of my angel in slumber, and giggling to myself at the sounds of her cute snores.

Inadvertently, there were times where I awoke in the middle of the night, drenched in a body of cold sweat. Nightmares that didn’t make sense were usually the result of a stressful day, where the prospect of sleep was both tantalizing and filled with caution. In retrospective though, the human need of sleep usually wins in such situations.

Ah, but I love it when the opposite happens… where my dreams are filled with happiness and love of anything wonderful. I have dreamt of my ideal future for the both of us, as well as promotions in my workplace amongst some others. It never ceases to amaze me what a human mind when combined with sleep could do. Such is the way of life, I suppose.

And before I knew it, it was time to say hello to a stubborn old friend again. Oh well.