Sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye, steal me awhile from mine own company.
I need the thing that happens when your brain shuts off and your heart turns on.
Many of us have heard opportunity knocking at our door, but by the time we unhooked the chain, pushed back the bolt, turned two locks, and shuts off the burglar alarm - it was gone.
Literature is my Utopia. Here I am not disenfranchised. No barrier of the senses shuts me out from the sweet, gracious discourses of my book friends. They talk to me without embarrassment or awkwardness.