I sleep all day. Noises flit around the house- garbage truck in the alley, rain, tree rapping against the bedroom window. I… — Audrey Niffenegger Copy Share Image
Although she was giddy with exhaustion, sleep was a lover who refused to be touched… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“I sleep. I inhabit sleep firmly, willing it, wielding it, pushing away dreams, refusing, refusing. Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting,… — Audrey Niffenegger Copy Share Image