Mother, I am a dreamer

I love sleep, I absolutely do. Unfortunately, my mother castigates me when I sleep in after 10am. But what I don't understand is that if I continue to sleep in my room, I am not bothering anybody, therefore it is a win-win situation. In addition, when I do wake up, I'm quite laconic; my responses consist of grunts and "yeah." I am not an obstacle to anybody, so let me sleep!

I guess my parents expect me to be ebullient like my brother in the morning, but hell, he's nine years old. This expectation usually turns me into a malcontent because it causes me to sleep even later-- just to tick them off... it usually works. I think there are two main reasons why I enjoy being in deep slumber so much. One, I love being snuggled up in my blanket with that warmness that you feel in the morning. Also, when ten minutes actually means another half hour, possibly falling back asleep.

And second, I love dreaming, I really do. Even when I don't remember my dreams, they're so vivid. If there was a moratorium on dreaming, I probably wouldn't go to sleep because my dreams are the only place where things are more interesting than my daily life. Sometimes I dream about not being able to see or talk, and other times I am in bizarre situations. All in all, dreaming is something I love and I am so thankful I have the ability to do so.