Sleep Lover

She adores sleep. Loves sleep. If you allow her, that girl will spend a full twenty-four hours in the embrace of slumber. Sprinkles of sand aren't needed with her, she'll gladly snuggle into a sea of beddings and nest for the night. Daytime is her nightmare because of the hours away from her love. Every second awake in the sunlight was an excruciating heartache. Longing for some scientist to create a machine that could spend up time so she wouldn't wish into death for an hour to end. No one understands her pain, the pain of waiting, the pain of love. It's addicting, an addiction at its finest. They mistake it for depression or laziness or exhaustion, which she is content with. Obviously, they've never experienced affection so intensely like hers. They don't need to understand, she doesn't require any human's approval to love. As long as Sleep comes to her at night and gives her those lollipop sweet dreams of them being together, she'll happily die in his arms.