Sleep's Personal Anecdotes.

[Sleep]

"I saw a kite today, it reminded me of a bird, but it was a kite. I do not like kites but I do like birds. Something about birds amuses me, I can't understand it. Neither will anyone else. I figure as a somebody I must have been fond of them, or maybe I wasn't. I really don't know. I'm writing this down in case I lose my memories again. That would be annoying, as I have just began to realize things in which I'm fond of. I think I'll go kite flying soon, I'm afraid I'd look like a predator but-- I'd really like to be a bird, even if just figuratively. Maybe it will stir emotions in me. I hate my life, really. But I do like birds."

"Today I rode a bike. It was a good bike. It was motorized and it was a rental. I wonder if I had a bike in the past, surely I must have some experience with technology-- because-- It came like second nature to me. I rode all afternoon until I became very thirsty and decided to stop for a drink. My bike was stolen, I began to blink, looking from right to left quickly. Fake emotion. I saw a television program in which a character did that when he was robbed of his apple pie. I now would like to eat some apple pie. I-- Right, the bike. I asked around town all day. For the longest period I could not find the bike. So when I returned to the rental owner's home-- he grabbed me by the shirt collar. I was terribly sorry, well, I wasn't actually. In fact I wasn't bothered at all. I think that's why he became so frustrated. The event bothered me, and so; I decided to write it down. Until next time, Journal..."

"A female approached me on my way to the woods in Twilight Town. She asked me if I had a girlfriend. I said, "No. I do not have any friends." She tilted her head, and chuckled. I said, "What is so funny? I do not talk to anyone." She laughed again. Part of me didn't quite know how to react and then-- something human happened. I smiled. She said I had a cute smile. I said, "Thank you. You have a cute face." She turned red, and ran off to her circle of friends. I felt very good afterwards and because of that. I treated myself to a chocolate ice-cream cone. I wonder if it's possible that I'm regaining a heart. If such thing were possible, maybe it would re-inhibit my memories too. The thought appeals to me. I'll report more interesting stories as I see them."

"I met an old man who asked if the ocean were something I'd like to see, and I admittedly answered with a no. The man appeared to be very fond of the water, so when I refused to explained he pressed for my attention. I felt bad for pretending to ignore him, and finally poke to ease his feelings. I said; "Well, because every-time I get in the water I feel like I'm going to float away." I do not know what the old man was thinking, but he looked to the sunset and placed an arm on my shoulder. He was warm, and I was cold. So the touch really made me feel odd. What he spoke of next really got me to thinking, he said, and I quote... "That's the beauty of being in the ocean. You get to slip away, and everything is like joining the water. You feel at peace." I blinked, and before I could speak to him again. He fell over, to the ground, and passed on. The event troubled me deeply... I tried to help him. To wake him, I yelled for help, and then... I attended his funeral today. I don't understand it but... I regretted ignoring him at first. He seemed so wise, and and all I can think about was how rude I must have seemed. I feel more and more human everyday. I do not understand what is happening..."