I hate sleep. I hate the feeling of falling asleep, like I'm drowning, like hands pulling me down, down into a deep, dark oblivion, pushing and pulling me into chaotic dreams.

I hate the nature of dreaming, I can't stand going about my dream-state acting as if everything is perfectly normal, so what if that man has snakes for hair, so what if I can suddenly fly.

I hate the process of waking up, feeling like I'm tearing myself away from sleep's sticky tendrils, gasping for air, struggling to come afloat. I hate waking up and finding that I am more exhausted than I was upon entering the sleep state.

I hate sleep.