The Master of Sleep

And yet, the Master of Sleep snores still.

Soon enough, we’ll march an unbelievably big brass band through; not just any big brass band, the biggest, the brassiest, the most bandied-about-band in all the known World;

and yet, the Master of sleep sleeps on.

Behold! Here are a stack of alarm clocks, each more startling than the last, and would you look at the time? They’re about to blow! And yet…

onwards, onwards, endless, the Doze.

She might be late. She might have an important job. What if she’s dreaming things about YOU and you JUST HAVE TO KNOW?

It doesn’t matter.

So gently, so ardently does she snore, so careless does she trip away her very close and personal time with Morpheus that you cannot begrudge her. And why go around begrudging things, anyway? Interferes with your sleep, and if sleep isn’t pleasure, what is?

If sleep isn’t pleasure, what is?

If sleep isn’t pleasure, it might just be time to find a better class of nightmare with whom to spend your unconscious times. She did. And now she’s here.

If logs could sleep, she’d be sleeping just like one right now.

Spend a few minutes with her, and even the most jealous insomniac goes home,

winds down,

and unbuckles

where the snores are.

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Jeff Mach is an author, playwright, event creator, and certified Villain. You can always pick up his bestselling first novel, "There and NEVER, EVER BACK AGAIN"—or, indeed, his increasingly large selection of other peculiar books. If you'd like to talk more to Jeff, or if you're simply a Monstrous Creature yourself, stop by @darklordjournal on Twitter, or The Dark Lord Journal on Facebook.

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