I hate to see someone doze into slumber when I am myself griping at the fact that I am not able to go to sleep. The whimpers and soft snores chime in harmony as if mocking me and saying, "Hey, when are YOU going to Lala Land"?

I'll tell you when. I will happily stroll to Lala Land, carrying a rattan basket in my left hand, while my right hand is plucking away at pretty wild flowers, when everyone else is AWAKE and serving time in Reality. That's when.

Oh, no need for you to wake up. I'll be happy when I am alone in that land when the time comes. Right after I take my dose of.. Zzzz.