Most of my writing is in the form of vignettes. A number of things contribute to this. I can write them in one sitting, for one, which means that I can actually finish them. And almost all of my writing is done in the middle of the night, when I can't get to sleep. Some idea will be rolling around in my head, and I just have to get up and write it down so that I can get some rest. Sleep is one of those stories.

This story is fiction, but only barely so. I leave you to draw conclusions. I wrote it in 2000, as the story itself states. I think things are better now, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't occasionally still have nights like this. Rarely, but occasionally.

[Note: These files are updated from their original version. For some reason, they were formatted poorly. I fixed it and updated the copyright at the top of the stories, along with changing the double-dashes from ' -- ' to '--', which is technically more correct. The rest of the story is left unchanged, so if you don't care about such minor aesthetic issues, you can feel free to ignore this update.]

Sleep [AbiWord, OpenOffice]

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