I have often heard sleep called
“La petit Morta”, the little death.
People will fear death all their
lives, but not sleep. We willingly
go into her arms every one of our nights

But what if sleep isn’t a little death,
but a little life? A taste of things to come.
Why not? In dreams we can do anything.
Fly, sing, dance, heal the sick and
raise the dead.

Isn’t that what heaven is all about.