To sleep! perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come.
—Hamlet, Prince of Denmark by William Shakespeare
To sleep perchance to dream was her mantra. Sleep deprivation takes it’s toll.
She had long conversations with her dead brother. The Mad Hatter came over for tea.
Sleep 2 hours. Wake up. Sleep 1/2 hour wake up.
Even the yummy gummy Melatonins didn’t work.
Up all night, scrolling through blogs.
She awoke with impressions of the keyboard on her face.
“Gotta follow that Phylor’s Blog – sure puts me to sleep.”
Written for the Rattling Bones Saturday Literary Prompt 11.
PS: I have sleep issues, and my mantra really is “to sleep, perchance to dream.”