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| Sleep by � biidsis Friend to some, warm and welcoming, the day's sweet release. Like a feather drifting down to earth, sleep's protective arms enfolding and freeing all at once. Ah, sleep's promise of dreams, pulling us in and taking us away. Sleep is also foe to some, who fear it's shadowy depths. Those who try to grasp what others enjoy, warmth and comfort and the feeling of Mother's good protection. Oh but to dream� to dream is to fear. To fear is like death. The unknowing, the unfeeling, the helplessness of dreams. I stand on the threshold of sleep, wondering what it will bring. Will it embrace me as a welcoming fire embraces the weary traveler? Or will it elude me and send me twisting and turning, searching for one moment of comfort, one moment with out pain? I take a breath and step off������� biidsis |