The Art of Sleeping

All this life and nothing to do with it. What I need is a framing device. Something that will bring meaning and purpose. When I grow up I want to be a sleeper.

I've been reading Outliers by Malcolm Gladwell, I will probably mention this quite often. It only takes about 10,000 hours to become a genius at anything and contrary to popular belief, you need to be both lucky and good.

When I'm tired my eyes don't get heavy they get sore. I've got fatigue deposits all over the inside of my right eyeball. All the masters spend hours dedicating their lives to their monomaniacal passion. I'm thinking I'm going to spend 1/3 of my life doing this. I think I've found my bliss. There's nothing like sleeping off a good headache or even a bad one.

I will sleep where ever and whenever I want. When people ask what I do for a living this will be my answer (I was recently 'let go' by my former employer). I think I've stumbled on something here. I really have. Still this doesn't really separate me from the majority of the human race. If everyone can do it, it looses some of its gloss. I suppose I'll need to continue my search for genius elsewhere. As for now I'm going to sleep. Dream easy boys and girls.

7.

Simon sat up and scratched his head, something wasn't right. It wasn't left either, it was more like directly in line with his gaze, 12 o'clock as they say.

"Hello, Simon."

"Good morning?"

"I've been waiting." The Stranger was bald, or at least his head was shaven clean. He wore what looked to be a black leather trench coat and and an ostentatious pair of purple tinted glasses. A poor man's white version of Morpheus. He looked like a bit of a tosser.

"My dream..."

"You're perfectly awake young man. This is real life."

Simon and reality weren't quite on friendly terms just yet, "But, it didn't make any sense. Just like what's happening now. Who are you and what are you doing in my room!? It's really disturbing. I need to rest, I've got a big trip this evening."

The stranger dropped his cane, which had an impressive red gem as it's head, it clanked on the floor as he reached into his coat. Simon squeezed his sheets, bracing himself .

Out came a bag of gummi Bears, "Lets talk boy."