The night is the hardest time to be alive and 4am knows all my secrets.
Poppy Z. Brite

A dripping tap becomes a cacophony, The percussion in my moonlight symphony. Every drip…drip…drop performed in the overture Is a well‐rehearsed line in my sleepless torture.
Graham Craven, The Music Of The Night

O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frightened thee. That thou no more will weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness? William Shakespeare, Henry IV, Part 2

Oh God, midnight's not bad, you wake and go back to sleep, one or two's not bad, you toss but sleep again. Five or six in the morning, there's hope, for dawn's just under the horizon. But three, now, Christ, three A.M.! Doctors say the body's at low tide then. The soul is out. The blood moves slow. You're the nearest to dead you'll ever be save dying. Sleep is a patch of death, but three in the morn, full wide‐eyed staring, is living death!
Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes

“Mario, what do you get when you cross an insomniac, an unwilling agnostic and a dyslexic? ”

“I give. ”

“You get someone who stays up all night torturing himself mentally over the question of whether or not there's a dog. ”
David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest

California Dreaming, Foxes and Fossils

Foreplay/Longtime, Lexington Lab Band

Mad World, Pentatonix

I Dreamed a Dream, Celtic Women

This picture was created in Mandelbulb and PhotoShop

Sleep Well My Friends