Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave of care,
The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath,
Balm of hurt minds, great Nature's second course,
Chief nourisher in life's feast.
--Shakespeare (Macbeth)
i've always thought that there was something strange about watching people sleep. no doubt i've creeped
superman07 and
avm7878 out many times myself on my
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