Finding Dreamland: The Dubai Nights
I am tired. I want sleep. I just can't get it. Why is that? I am lying there in my bed, staring up at the ceiling, wishing sleep would come to me. I want to go to sleep. I want to go to that blessed dreamland, where you see exciting things, where you go on amazing adventures, where you remember things that are most important to you or troubling you. Why is it that I can't seem to take the passage down the path to it? Sleep, oh dear sleep, you are the way. It is said that you are what is going to get this person there. I give you whatever you desire. I give you comfort, I give you shade, I give you peace of mind, yet you do not come to me. What did I do wrong? Why are you punishing me like this? My eyes await your arrival and I am in deep pain. I can't stand to be separated from you any longer. Hours pass by and still I am hoping. I am getting sick, my dear. Don't you realise? Pardon me for I have gotten angry, I have thought why you don't like me. I have gotten