sleep is the greatest thing on earth.

(i should just end this post right here)

i’m actually quite certain thats there’s no way that you could even dispute that sleep is the greatest thing on earth. unless, of course, your argument is music.. or cuddling. but even then, i’m still just not completely convinced. not to mention both subjects of said arguments can often be used to make sleep even better, or even just make sleep come sooner. the sooner, the more. thats what i say. not really. until just now.

sleep is better than your favorite food.

sleep is better than your boyfriend or girlfriend.

sleep is better than fireworks, and i love fireworks.

sleep is better than Christmas morning. 

sleep is better. period.

mind you, i was diagnosed with narcolepsy my junior year of high school, but all that aside, I’m still pretty sure my undivided love for sleep would stand strong against all other great things of this world.

i love beds. i love blankets. i love pillows. i love comfy clothes. i love everything to do with sleep. i love couches where sleep can also often happen. i love movies. why? well because movies are awesome. unless they suck, of course, but movies often lead to what? thats right, sleep. 

it all comes back to sleep.

there’s just nothing better. 

in fact, a good night’s sleep was voted life’s ‘greatest little pleasure’. how they came to this obviously true statement I’m not too worried about, the point is they came to a correct conclusion: sleep reigns supreme above all things.

that feeling of crawling into bed after a long day is nothing short of incredible.

i feel like if everyone got more sleep the world would be a better place. everyone would be happier. people would be nicer to each other. there would be less disputes and more smiles. people wouldn’t hate their jobs. people wouldn’t hate each other. could you imagine a world without the word “tired”? this is a world i one day want to live in.

as far as i’m concerned, sleep is the cure for all things.

oh, sleep, you win, you always do. 

oh man, unless you have nightmares. oh nightmares.

nightmares are like the bully in grade school trying to ruin everything good and sacred in this world. last night i was just minding my own business in Snoozesville when it came. thats right, mayonnaise sandwiches. i was eating them and it was awful. most people wouldn’t consider this a nightmare, but you obviously don’t know how much i hate mayonnaise. soon after this mayonnaise sandwich nightmare i woke up with a weird taste in my mouth and glanced over at the clock to realize that it was merely 5:47AM, and that i got to close my eyes again. this feeling is superior to all feelings. i got to close my eyes and go back to a place where all was right in the world. 

moral of the story? well there isn’t one.

and if you need me, i’ll be sleeping.