Sleep

I want to curl up
And shut out the world
Maybe, like a cat
But my first thought
Was a snail
Withdrawn.
Private.
Silent.
To snooze
Like a cat
Is soothing
Healing
Restorative
I would rather be a cat
Than a snail
I’d rather sleep
Like a cat
Bask in the sun
Not hide
In the dark
Cold
Slime.

Do you ever feel the need to sleep, not because of tiredness, but as a form of escapism?
Can writing serve the purpose; be the cat’s sunny doze instead of the snail’s slimy withdrawal?

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