Yawn!

Sleep has many uses. Rest apart, I have always thought it the past-time of the Gods and, being of spiritual-bent of soul, have indulged in it with holy passion. To those go-getters who decide to sleep when they’re dead, I say six hours a day of shuteye is an abomination to the being. Nothing less than 10 will do for me. When in a benign state of mind, I can go 14 without batting an eyelid. Of late, however, I have also found sleep to be an avid avenue of escape. Close your eyes, dream and all problems disappear.