Thoughts on sleep

Have you ever wondered about sleep? That period of time between waking? Ever wonder why we call it "Catching a nap" or "Getting a few zees"? I have. It seems that sleep is something of a prey animal, and we as the sleep catchers are the predator, constantly stalking it, searching for it, then finally pouncing on it killing it then (eating it?) engaging in a few precious hours of sleep. Now I've lived with a person (who is my bestest friend) that suffers from a sleep disorder. With my metaphor of sleep-animal-ness, she is a terrible sleep hunter, or the sleep prey is not in the area in wich she is hunting. This means she goes a few days without adequate sleep and then crash out for a week of groggy, cloudy, miserable, angry, self-loathing, thread-bare, sleep. This actually sucks, for her and me. I just don't like people suffering. any way those are my thoughts on sleep

good night