Dear Sleep,

Dear sleep,

  Hello, how have you been? I actually remember our past together, and I wanted to make reference to it. Remember in the good old days, how you would embrace me in your open arms and not let go? Remember how you cherished my visits, and commended themselves with stories full of mystery and the unknown. There was always a hero, a cute man with short blonde hair and a devil may care ambience. I was always the spit fire heroine who helped him save the country, or take over the world in my pinky and the brain phase.
 
  But than as I got older, things started to become strained. You started to toss and turn me, even fight with my ideals. We started to have tousles, fights if you will. You left me at night, and fell into the arms of another. Sleep, you have cheated on me. Like a late night T.V order bride, you are not what I was expecting. I wanted us to laugh, to hear your stories all night and be comforted. But instead you've gone to many another who are lulled into a false sense of security by your allure.

  Oh, I was good to you. I never used you too much, or allowed you too much work. I was gentle, and never moved around or fused. I let you take me every night sleep, and I just layer there and took it for I loved your touch so much. And you return to me a whore. Yes A whore sleep, one who plays around and visits many willing participants a night.  You have left me, but I realise now I am glad. Why this couldn't have happened sooner I will never know, but my mind feels dirty and sullen, like a used car. I have been for too many nightie drives with you, but now you are sharing the one thing I held precious. A good nights sleep

A due sleep, and I hope you get mind herpes.

- cheers