innerfictions

Monday, 27 September 2010

Sleep

“The repose of sleep refreshes only the body. It rarely sets the soul at rest. The repose of the night does not belong to us. It is not the possession of our being. Sleep opens within us an inn for phantoms. In the morning we must sweep out the shadows.”

Gaston Bachelard

Been fighting off the flu since last week, and this morning, I have awoke - and the fever has broken; I feel calm. Judgment has returned. I've talked and talked and talked my way out. But, everything feels re-aligned, and maybe, maybe I'll become a creature of the light.

I can sleep now. But I do need a nicer bedroom than mine.



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