i sleep well

very well.
sleep is one of those places in life where you are truly alone, or at least nothing is there that you don't take with you. and i apparently have mastered the great jedi power of leaving things behind. it's nice to know that there is a retreat, somewhere up there, where dreams are made and (in my case) forgotten, left behind. the new day starts as fresh as the first ray of sun on the morning dew, hours before the city erupts into action, or at least that eternal coffee break.
but regardless of how much you rest, how much i meditate and clear my thoughts, those forehead wrinkles and the odd gray hair keep catching up on me...