Dedication for this work goes to SOFREP brother Mike, who claims the Creator told him to check on me recently because I was in trouble. He was spot-on

I’m a sleepy man, that I do fancy myself. I should have been a Ranger because Rangers can fall asleep immediately and under any and all circumstance. I want to be a Ranger and reacquaint myself with slumber. I just want to fall asleep and dream again, because to sleep without dreams is a lie, it’s lying in bed nothing more.

A nightmare is not a dream. A nightmare creeps to you unawares and dislodges an otherwise serendipitous dream, one that you can never recover. A nightmare is a bully and a cheat. To sleep with a nightmare is sleepless, just as a breath of wine is breathless; it’s purely a most taxing form of drudgery.

Why say that you ask?

I love sleep
sleep loves me
but sleep and I quarrel profitlessly

Even now I note the time on my clock as 0309. It’s winter and that means it is zero cold thirty outside. In my head is sleep ache, a headache that you get from a lack of sleep. It won’t go away just to spite my misery.

I could never have a clock with a pendulum in my room. To watch it oscillate would captivate me for hours and tug at my sanity. Poe knows the deal. A Bavarian Cuckoo clock would only mean the once-hourly gruesome death of a tiny flightless bird. I had such a clock at one time, you see. Its miserable tick-tocking life lasted for a grand total of exactly 60 minutes.