There’s a certain beauty

To being asleep…

One no painting,

No story

Could ever capture.

Maybe it’s the

Boundless horizons of dreaming…

Hills of ice cream

Reaching as high as

The cotton candy clouds…

Creatures unheard of

In the world of

The awake.

You can do things

You can’t do when

Awake…

Dreams are gorgeous,

Magical.

Maybe it’s the

Silence…

When you’re sleeping,

You lose

Awareness,

Sometimes you don’t even hear

Your alarm beeping.

Sleeping in silence,

Left with your own thoughts,

You have time

To focus on

You.

The silence is comforting.

Maybe it’s the

Warmth and safety of your bed.

The comforting feeling

Of your head on your pillow,

The softness

Of it all.

The loving embrace

Of a favorite blanket,

A feeling of

Nostalgia and

Safety.

A bed can be

A safe haven…

There’s so much

Beauty

In being asleep,

Beauty

That can’t be rivaled.

I guess that’s why they call it

Beauty sleep…