Sleep to Dream

The ends justify the means? Something like that makes sense to me each night as I crawl into bed and pull the covers up over my head. My favorite part of the day. The part with the most meaning. I am happy that the day is over. Not because the day wasn't satisfying, but because this moment means that the ones before it were true and meaningful. No matter what I did that day, what I thought or felt; no matter whatever concept of myself I presented to the watching world. This moment knows the truth. That sleep is the cousin of death. Whether I crawl into bed alone or with precious company it is I who leaves consciences and my precious company behind. We do this alone either way. I don't feel alone. I don't feel bad, I sleep well; I imagine I will die well too. Alone or in precious company. Some nights I am granted a reprieve from the total absences of slumber's silence; some maybe nightmares some pleasant dreams. I imagine death will have the same. Maybe the daydream of life. I guess all I can figure is if life is a daydream take care with what you do and feel, what ever concept you present to the watching world; that moment when you crawl into your deathbed it will know the truth. If you go with precious company take care of them too and maybe they will visit you in your slumber. And if you go alone Sleep well.