I used to sleep as a means of escaping life.
I was dead during the day and let sleep carry me away into dreams where I was unbound by the obligations of family and society. I used to lay in a dark room for hours just to let sleep carry me in out of consciousness; I could find comfort in nothing else.
Then there was a period where I struggled to sleep at all. My one pleasure in life had abandoned me too.
I’m finally at a place where sleep is not an escape but a cozy comfort, something healing and regenerative. I wake up ready to live now.