The best thing about life is not when your eyes are open. It's not when you've fallen asleep. It's when you've suddenly closed your eyes before you dream. You've given yourself time to physically rest while you're still mentally conscious enough to think. You probably think about your day and how you wish you had done something or regret what happened within the moments acted upon your daily routine. You feel free from everything and anything, and yet, all you're doing is staying put in one place. You don't move, you don't speak. You can't hurt others. (Yes, even serial killers sleep.) & you can't help others either. But maybe that's for their own good. You're flirting near death, but you know that you'll wake up the next day. How? You just know. And you can't wait to sleep. Everyone likes to sleep. & you will sleep. But then you'll wake up. You don't open your eyes just yet, but you're conscious enough to know that yes, you're you, and that you have another day to fulfill. You're still lying in the same position you've left off when you were about to sleep, but then, you just don't seem to want to stay anymore. Your body is completely numb, and your hair kisses the tips of your fingers. You feel the sun rays warming you through your window, and the sound of your blanket crinking around your feet make you feel like opening your eyes. You stretch from the position you have slept and you yawn to create the sound of satisfaction on which you slumber. Then, you slide your head across your pillow and make the tingle from the chilly sheets softly touch your refreshing face as you check the alarm clock. You suddenly remember everything. You refresh your memory on what makes you happy or sad. You call to mind what you said, what you did, and what you must do. Your opinions and facts start to recollect. Your mind fills you up with such great awareness that you do make yourself have the ability to get up. You don't question this power within yourself. You just do. Before you know it, you're already figuring out what to do with yourself and think about someone's, something's, and somewhere's. Then, you stop. You're standing in front of the mirror of your bathroom. And there you are. You're looking at yourself. But you don't seem to consider yourself anymore important than the used up toothpaste you had spittled down the sink. You're reviving your day with no repeats. New actions, new words spoken. And at the end of the day, you just can't wait to sleep. You're living like this all your life, and you're not alone. & this thought makes me wonder...that there has got to be something more to life. More to live and more to sleep. Maybe God is trying to communicate with me between the state of my senses. Everything to life is in between.
