Literature
I Am Sleep
Narcoleptics, like your sister, have always belonged to me. To come me here into my palace, and demand her return is beyond foolish. This I have already told you.
I have a dream. Would you like to see it? Look here in this handful of dust. These colours, are they not familiar? It is a dream where you and your sister play in the Autumn woods. Go there now. She waits for you.
No? A beautiful dream won’t do?
I could force you to go, but you would not enjoy the dream as I intend. You would search the edges, find an untucked string and unravel my creation until you find yourself here . . . again. If only you understood that what you do is