Dear Sleep,
Who ever said "I will sleep when I die" ...or something like that...that person was not me and was slightly foolish. I miss you and I'm not sure of why this sudden love-hate thing is going on. I love you and you hate me. I know you are excited about everything and my mind racing at a 1000 miles an hour is probably not helping matters. I need you, I need you like a fish needs water or a..ummm...I think you get the picture. Please come back to me.
Love,
Mal-Mal
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