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.