Hypersomnia's looking better all the time. Why not sleep life away? I dream of sleeping. I fight to sleep, I struggle to achieve the sleep plateau. Falling asleep is a violent personal ordeal. I scrunch a corner of the pillowcase into my fist and frown. There's a place on the wall where the paint's chipped, I know it intimately. Fingers tighten. This is not the peaceful drift normally depicted. They'd never use me to sell sleep in foreign markets. I often overshoot sleep and land in futile anger. Once sleep is finally obtained the wish is to remain a good long time. I have a recurring dream about willfully, repeatedly backing up in a parking garage and suffering severe tire damage. Waking up might be a reckless counterphobic response to a general fear of being awake. Surely there's a term for the phobia of being conscious. When morning comes I am bursting with secrets and pump myself for details but in the end it's always a big letdown.