The few moments before I drift to sleep are probably the most underrated favorite out of all my favorite things in the world. I love the resignation it brings. However good or bad it had been, you know your day is over and you did what you could with what you had. Those moments before transcending into the momentary life pause brought by sleep have some sort of magic in them. It’s like you’re awake but not really, asleep but not really. Just in between. Like trying to walk on a thin rope without fearing the results. I also love the almost-ness of it all. As morbid as it sounds, falling asleep is akin to being almost alive and/or almost dead. Existing without really existing. Put on hold. And of course there’s the magical dreamland where our subconcious comes out to play. Almost reality, but not really. Almost make-believe, but not really.
So here’s to those few moments before drifting to sleep. Or when you’re struggling to still keep your eyes open, not yet fully able or willing to let the day go, but at the back of your mind you know it’s a lost battle; the gods of sleep have won and you, mere mortal, can only hope for the promise of tomorrow.