If only the ceiling were more interesting. Maybe then it wouldn't matter that he couldn't sleep. Yeah, right. And he'd won those three Grammys.
It was a normal night. The day had been exhausting, and he felt as though he could sleep for a few years before having the slightest notion to wake up. The only problem was that he couldn't begin to sleep. The one thing he wanted, sleep, but it simply wouldn't come.
Too many days and nights had passed, all without more than mere uncomfortable rest in place of that much needed sleep. He hated it so much.
He'd never been one to function well with a lot of sleep, so he was happy to go without it for a little while. But short whiles turned to long, which turned to ages, and then seeming eternities. He'd already achieved fame and fortune through talent and perseverence. So, how was he supposed to achieve sleep?
Damn, Rip Van Winkle. How he wished to be in the same position. How he daydreamed of falling asleep and not waking for at least a decade. Well, he could hope.
A few more weeks passed, and the wear was beginning to show. Then one day, he went to his dressign room after a show. He sat down, and closed his eyes. A shadowed image appeared.
He opened his eyes quickly. He shook away suspicions and closed his eyes again. The image came closer. He opened his eyes again. "Who's there?"
No one answered. Hesitantly, he closed his eyes once more. The image was right in front of him. The image spoke. "So, Jordan Taylor Hanson. Had any sleepless nights of late?"
He thought his answer. "Yeah. Who the fuck are you?"
The image chuckled. "I am the ruler of the dream world. You'll be happy to know that after tonight, you'll sleep well. Tonight, you will sleep quite well. You won't awake for just over 24 hours. You need it. Would you like to know why all of this is?"
He yawned a bit. "Hell yeah," he thought.
The figure sparkled a bit. "If I hadn't stopped you from sleeping, you would have had horrible dreams. Every night would have been hell, and paranoia would rule your day. The dreams would also ignite within you, depression, suicidal tendencies, greed, hunger for evil, and many other forms of corruption. You're a role model for millions of people. I couldn't let that happen."
Jordan Taylor Hanson yawned again and silently thanked the dark figure. He drifted off into a peaceful sleep ruled by happy thoughts.
Jane Nelson Lawyer, in her youthful form, removed the darkness to reveal herself. She smiled as corruption was once again fought. She walked away humming an unknown tune. The one written for her perhaps. And years from now, her beloved Jordan would take over her job. She laughed as she thought of the irony. He already controlled many more dreams than he knew.
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