Sleepy Sunday!

Hey everyone~
     Phew! We've been getting a lot of work done around the house lately! It almost feels like it's not the same building -- like it's someone else's home. Today, I put the (hopefully) last coat of wax on the kitchen table; once we buff it, the table should be completely done! And my parents have been working on their biggest project yet: they're taking down the railings/banister on the stairs, and replacing it with a bookshelf! I wholly approve of this renovation. Books for everyone!
     So, yeah -- all this work is pretty exhausting! But to make things worse... sometimes, I am just so forgetful. Example: this evening, I asked if I was allowed to wait a while longer before I took my sleep meds. My parents said yes, because this week is spring break, so there's no school tomorrow. I cheered victoriously. And then proceeded to take all. Of. My. Meds. Including the sleep pills. Awesome, right? If I make it to 9:00 -- no, 8:30 -- without passing out, it'll be a miracle. I'd better write fast, so I don't forget what it is I want to say! Haha
      To stay in theme, I shall write a poem about sleep. I have no clue whether it's going to be any good or not, and honestly? Tomorrow, I probably won't even remember that I wrote it until I check my blog page. Let's see what I can come up with in this half-asleep daze that I'm in.

Sleep:
Why is it that
When you are at work, or school,
All you want
Is to sleep?
And then when you get home
Lay down in bed, lights off, blankets on
You can't lose consciousness.
No matter how hard you try.
That sleepy haze you fought earlier is now gone completely;
You wish that it would come back, but no,
Instead,
Your thoughts come so fast:
Worries about the future,
Reflections on the past,
Wishing about what could be,
And what, in our minds, ought to be.
But finally -- finally,
After seconds that feel like minutes, and minutes that feel like hours,
You feel the fog of sleep slowly enveloping your mind,
And you sink into darkness.
Sleep.
Sometimes impossible to achieve,
The majority of the time, wanted,
And always so warm and welcoming to us all.

Dreams:
Usually forgotten, so quickly, so easily.
Did you know, that after ten minutes,
There is only a ten percent chance of you remembering your dream?
Most people don't.
Dreams, sometimes logical, sometimes nonsensical.
Happy, exciting, blissful.
But nightmares, too --
Scary, terrorizing, cold and hostile.
Nightmares are so much easier to remember than your average dreams.
Why?
I don't know.
But it's worth it, I think,
To experience the happy dreams.
The ones that you know could never normally come true.
Dreams allow you to experience what is usually impossible.
Flying, falling, being invisible; a hero, a villain, princess, knight;
Flashbacks to old memories, though sometimes with a few tweaks.
Dreams.
So beautiful and wonderful.
I don't understand them.
And I don't want to.

     Ta-da! I'm going to have to look at this again tomorrow... but for right now, I'm pretty happy with it! Hope you all enjoy this post -- you know, reading the poems and laughing at my craziness. (Go ahead, I won't mind. Promise.) What are some of your guys' oddest and funniest memories that have to do with sleep? Do you sleepwalk? Sleeptalk? Snore? (My brother does all of the above!) Let me know in the comments, if you feel like it!

    I'll post again soon!
~ Mattie <3