I wrote this in a class for Writer's Block last year when I was just a wee freshmen :D. If there are grammar errors or anything, Don't bash me in the reviews please, I wrote this a long time ago and had to brush the dust off of it ;)

Thanks, SJRaider

The Tunnel of Forty Winks

Sleep, the deep void that connects night to day, dark to light. It is an endless tunnel that stretches on for light years, as it so seems. Each snore that erupts from the deep caverns of the nose is a reflection of the peaceful dream that is bellowing from the mind. It is one-o-clock in the morning. My eyes are burning from drowsiness, and my mind screams at me, “go to bed!” it pleas. My mind, of course, wants me to lift my lazy feet and crawl up the stairs to my room, but my body would rather stay upon the couch I sit on while my mind gets washed away by television.

“Hey, I’ve had a hard day!” is my only response to my mind’s command. As I sit in the comfort of the T.V. room, my eyelids shut and a snore flows from my mouth.

“I warned you!” my mind taunts, but my body is already prostrate upon the couch. My mom steps down the stairs and sees me upon the couch.

“Scott, it’s time for bed!” she tells me. My eyelids spring open, my mind assuring itself that it was right. I could just hear my common sense saying “I told you so!” As I swing my legs over the mountainous couch, I wave a “good night” to my mother and crawl up the stairs. On the fifth step up, I literally fall asleep.

“These steps are like a mountain!” I exclaim in my mind as the staircase seems becomes larger with each step I take. I stare up at my bedroom door. In my unconscious brain, I could the door swing open, my bed with a welcoming sign. I nod my head and step up the stairs with eagerness in my heart. As I plant my hand upon the door, the knob turns, and I step into my domain, my throne room, the bedroom. There is my bed. The sheets are neatly placed on by my mother, the pillows are lightly fluffed. My eyes are strictly staring on my precious cradle as my clever mind is laughing at me. I choose to ignore my brother’s loud hum of snoring and I fall upon the bed. The blanket seems as a snake. It curls upon me with care. My head falls upon the pillows.

“Here we go…” my mind lulls. Suddenly, all brain connects shut off. My eyes close slowly as I glare at the small alarm clock across the room. It slowly ticks to ‘one-o-nine’. I smile and sigh, feeling the comfort of sweet sleep taking over me. I am simply lost within the vast world that is called sleep.

“Good night” I mutter to my brain. It shuts off. My incoherent dream-self begins to walk the Tunnel of Forty Winks as I begin my journey in slumber.