Sleep is a lover.

It caresses and holds you.

Ever so gently it rocks you in its arms.

It whispers in your ear fantastic tales, impossible feats and legends untold.

Sleep is a monster.

It grabs you in its claws and squeezes.

Never letting you move or scream.

Try to escape and you are dragged back into its gaping jaws.

It snarls deeds of villainy, disasters, and loved ones lost.

Sleep is death.

Once the time has come, it coaxes you into the darkness.

Softly it calls, promising you peace.

You have no choice but to go where you are beckoned.

It will take you by the hand.

Leading you towards eternal rest.

This is sleep.