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Alida: A 23-year-old Canadian exploring the infinite abyss that is New York City.

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Sleep is really an odd thing, if you stop to think about it. Your body shuts itself down for 8 hours a night (if you're lucky). You close your eyes, and can't remember those 8 hours, yet your brain is working double-time, telling you stories, mending all the damage you did during the day, making your body grow and heal, and you can't help from doing it.

Randomly, in the middle of your day, you'll close your eyes, and all of a sudden wake up 6 seconds later, thinking you've been asleep for half an hour--or wondering where the past 2 miles of the road went! You'll hit the snooze button on your alarm clock, thinking you're just going to doze for those next nine minutes, and next thing you know, it's been 45 minutes, and you think you haven't slept at all. Sometimes, you'll be almost asleep, and your body is so relaxed that you can't move, but your brain is still working a million miles an hour and you can hear everything going on around you. Sometimes, you'll be so close to the threshold between wakefulness and sleep that you can't distinguish between the two, and your dreams and reality weave themselves into one constant fabric.

If you had no clue what sleep was, and you happened upon someone sleeping, what would you think? That they were dead? That they were some sort of statue? That they were having a strange sort of seance or something like that? It really doesn't make sense if you think about it "logically."
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