Mists of Morpheus Enfolding Me

* waves to farmer *

!

Suddenly, I feel the mists of Morpheus enfolding me.

To sleep, then, to rest the body and mind, to dream, and to imagine tomorrow can be better.

Or at least to wake up and find out what happens next.

Watch ye therefore: for ye know not when the master of the house cometh, at even, or at midnight, or at the cockcrowing, or in the morning: Lest coming suddenly he find you sleeping. And what I say unto you I say unto all, Watch.

* props weary eyelids open with toothpicks *

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