It is extremely rare that Sleep arrives punctually.
Most nights, he comes in a few hours late.
Some nights, he doesn’t come at all.
And there exists those few nights where he would arrive only after I’ve had a few drinks; he would pry the bottle out of my hand and hold me in his embrace.
But even then, I knew that he wasn’t the one keeping me warm those nights.
Oh Sleep, my unwilling lover, what am I to do about you?
Jynx Frostbyte 