Tomorrow

Tomorrow is no less than one night’s sleep away.  That’s right, although tomorrow seems so close that you can almost reach out and touch it and possibly even give it a monstrous bearhug, it remains at the bare minimum one departure from regular consciousness away, and those transient nocturnal departures from sentience can lead us down some very peculiar and life-altering pathways that can change our whole manner of thinking.  Sleep takes us deep into a rabbit hole fraught with unexpected surprises and wrinkles and obscure characters from one’s past, and when we awake in the morning from said slumber our prevailing mood and outlook on life may have executed a one hundred and eighty turn in a matter of a measly six to eight hours; one just never knows what to expect from your psyche upon waking in the a.m. hours.  Sleep refreshes our souls as much as it does our physical bodies, and nagging problems you take to bed with you the preceding evening can be subliminally solved or bludgeoned away after being exposed to the raw, incomparable power of our subconsciouses for a goodly tranche of hours.  On the other hand, those same problems can look exponentially worse and unsolvable upon waking too; one just never knows what to expect from a fleeting encounter with your inner gremlins, and that is the “beauty” of a good night’s sleep, I guess.