(I DO NOT own Star trek, or any characters that have to do with it, Please don't sue me cause you wont get anything besides my awesome computer! I'm not making any money off of this and this is just a fictional work all for kicks and giggles. I do however own Lupe, Bernard and Nebit)
Sleep.
Sleeping.
I am asleep.
It's a funny thing to be sleeping for so long and then wake up to the brightness of light and the realization that you are alive and breathing. How much weirder to be sleeping and think that you're awakening is a dream. The dream where you are sleeping, something horrific happens and you wake up, then outside of the dream world of which you are trapped you notice that yes…consciousness has not yet retrieved me.
What an odd thing indeed. This is something I pray to never experience again. Let me die and let my mind drift away to galaxies unknown to become a star…a piece of a passing comet. Let me soak in the earth and return as a flower. The flower spreads it seeds to other flowers which bear more of their kind. The pollen taken by bees and perhaps rubbed into a bit of honey. Yes. Honey in which gets eaten by a human…a bear…a raccoon. Nevertheless this immaterial miniscule part of me will be in someone or something else, and perhaps in that way I will have lived on.
I hate sleeping.
I hate knowing I am and wondering when I can wake up.
Someone please…save me.