wordslikeknifes:

I never understood the wrong in sleeping in. So what if I woke up at 3pm in the afternoon or at 7pm, after dinner. I don’t care that the day is almost gone. I only care about how safe I felt in bed, about how the nightmares were never for real, about how the sweet dreams seemed so realistic, about how rested I feel, about how great I feel lying in bed at 3pm. At least I spent the day doing something I love.

It’s so ridiculous when we argue about the time I sleep and wake up. It’s like you don’t care if I’m happy or not at all. It’s so lame, you know, so lame.