Sleep

There was a man who didn't know how to sleep; nodding
off every night into a drab, unprofessional sleep. Sleep that
he'd grown so tired of sleeping.
He tried reading The Manual of Sleep, but it just put him
to sleep. That same old sleep that he had grown so tired of
sleeping . . .
He needed a sleeping master, who with a whip and a
chair would discipline the night, and make him jump through
hoops of gasolined fire. Someone who could make a tiger sit
on a tiny pedestal and yawn . . .

by Russell Edson

Comments (4)

a lot of people take for granted a good night's proper sleep and they don't realise how lucky they are.
So originally precise and winsome. A liliting, Learesque parody of life's absurdities...love it! ! !
A special type of humor. Amusing and entertaining too. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
who gets you through those days, i wonder