Sometimes he did not know if he slept or just thought about sleep.

Mark Strand
Sometimes he did not know if he slept or just...
Sometimes he did not know if he slept or just...
Sometimes he did not know if he slept or just...
Sometimes he did not know if he slept or just...
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Sometimes he did not know if he slept or just thought about sleep. If you have ever lived with someone you will know that they often have difficulty distinguishing between being in a state of sleep or in a state of daydreaming. It is not unusual to see someone wandering around aimlessly, clearly dreaming but unable to wake up. This is one of the most relatable quotes when talking about roommates who are always sleeping during the day and are always asleep at night.

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