With everything I have, I try to sleep as hard as I can. What I seem to forget is that sleep is a delicate matter that isn't supposed to be "hard" (quite the opposite). A matter not supposed to work under pressure. With all that effort—again, that's not supposed to be effort—I end up exactly where I ended up the night prior: at 1:45 AM. How did I get here? Falling asleep was so easy—always is—so easy. It feels like so much time has passed in order for me to get here. Here is in my dar...
