Sleep is for the weak. The WEAK, I tell you!

I really would like to go to sleep, but I'm not all that tired. My eyes aren't feeling droopy, my brain's running around at a million miles an hour, and it's too hot in this room to crawl into bed and sleep. D: Seriously. I like hot environments, but it's like the surface of the sun in here!

I like sleeping. Perhaps that's why I do it so much. There's nothing on TV, I'm bored with the books in my possession, I might have reached the end of the Internet, and I can't go out on the road yet because I've got my braces on my teeth--I want them OFF before I go anywhere.

But my dreams are so exciting! I can fly, I have numerous friends, and we have all kinds of crazy adventures.

Sometimes it's almost a shame to wake up from my dreams, I enjoy them so much. It leaves me wishing that I could find friends like Mitch and Persephone and Seth. Alas! No luck so far in this reality, no matter how many wishes I make and how far I wander around town to look for friends.

On a totally random note: I wonder what happens when you die in your sleep. Do you just keep on dreaming forever? Or do you wake up as usual and you happen to be Elsewhere? Do you walk out of your body as a ghost with supernatural powers? Do you open your eyes as a part of God once more?

Don't suppose we'll ever know. XD