Me: Come to bed with me, don’t play hard to get again. I love to wrap my hands around you.
Sleep: You slave – keep begging.
Me: You’re my master and you own me.
Sleep: That’s a good start but you’re not worthy of my company. I want you to spill secrets.
Me: You already know my secrets.
Sleep: But your readers don’t. Hahaha…
Me: They know me already.
Sleep: But not those deep, dark secrets. Well, if you don’t want my company then I have other things to do.
Me: You prick, I’m taking my meds.
Sleep: No you won’t. You need to get up early and you have a busy day.
Me: I’ll get a couple of espressos.
Sleep: You’ll still be groggy. Just spill some secrets and I’ll be get in bed with you. Just close your eyes and imagine how delicious I am.
This is the kind of crap I go through most nights. No secrets yet… maybe another time. But what would you like to know?