Sleep
and I, we have a complicated relationship. When I was teeny weeny toddler, me
and sleep never had much of a connection, but now things have changed, I go
through one of those clingy-attachment issues with sleep. Now I feel like
mathematics, like the Y that can't stop himself from trying to find his X every
single time we ever try to solve his problems.
But as
much as I can relate to Y, me and sleep? Our relationship is sort of different from any
others. Okay, maybe not really. Whilst sleep is so patient and tolerant with me
as I go through my daily busy schedule that mostly consist of: insomnia,
pulling an-all-nighter to watch K-dramas, and studying all night so I could
achieve success at my "work" place. Seriously, sleep should be
awarded "The Best Boyfriend Ever Award," I don't think anyone could
be as best as sleep itself.
In our
auspicious relationship, whenever we get some "alone time," which is
mostly every night for 4-5 hours, we do our very best to utilize that precious
time to go on dates, while some might not make any sense at, some are bearable.
Sleep likes to take me on a date to carnivals a lot, he does know I'm not very
fond of carnivals, yet he still insists I might come to love it if I get used
to it. Sleep's most favorite game at the carnival is that game. What is it
called again? Oh yes! Push-me-off-a-cliff. I almost suffer from heart attacks
because of that game. The keyword here is 'Almost.'
Sleep
wasn't the brightest when it came to taking me out on dates; it was a flaw of
his that I have come to accept. Sleep wasn't flawless but at the same time, he
wasn't full of flaws too. Albeit he is stupid at times (when it comes to
planning out dates), he can be amazing too, he is that non-judgmental,
ever-loving guy who doesn't leave you even if you're filled with tons of
imperfections. Sleep never made me feel like the loneliest person, he never
declared me as 'unfit' for a world of corruption and depression. During the
times I've felt vulnerable, Sleep has always accepted me with open arms,
pulling me into a dark abyss of peacefulness; he was always the shoulder I've
cried on, the one I've leaned on in my sickness and also gone for consolation
whenever I turned into a spit-fire in anger.
But
despite all this, my Grandmother and maybe every other "adult" I know
of, has always warned me from spending too much of my time with him, some even
went far enough to put a curfew for me when I went on dates with him. Some
tried to get me to keep him as a secret, as if he was some embarrassment I
should deal less with; they said he is cryptic and the dates he took me on are
all just some secret message for a wee bit of the future and it shouldn't be
discussed, it's considered a bad omen. I didn't know that.
All
these words everybody uttered into my ear had an effect on me. They got me
thinking all these thoughts I never bothered to think of. Sleep is cryptic and
mysterious and maybe a wee bit strange too. He took me on dates, yet he still
invites some of my friends with us. How could that be considered a date!? It
was always strange when the next day came and none of my friends would even
have an ounce of a memory of the day we spent with Sleep. They didn't remember
his mask of drowsiness nor his body of pillows, not even his pet Laziness who
accompanied Sleep wherever he went. I mean who could forget Laziness? That
little bundle of joy just seems so charming and so enchanting, Laziness wasn't
a pet you could forget so easily, but they did forget him though. Strange.
But eh
who cares? Certainly not me. I'm set on never leaving Sleep, and as cheesy
as it sounds, without him I can't function properly (literally, at least in
human terms).
Rifa
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