The best sleep are often the sleep you fall into while still wearing your not-so-clean work attire; the dreams are often so deep and real -it feels as though there's a dream machine that weaves details from work, me visiting Grandma, my inner thoughts and reflections as well as random Facebook pictures and comments that left an impression as I speedscroll down my newsfeed - that it does not feel like a sleep nor a dream.
Alarm rings. Mama wakes up. She cooks something up. Everyone else wakes up. Goodbye, night. Hello, brand new day.