An Ode to Sleep

To sleep, or not to sleep: that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous waking,
Or to take arms against the bright light of day,
And by curtaining end it? To sleep: to rise
No more; and by a sleep to say we postpone
The to-do list and the thousand annoying tasks
That day is full of, ’tis another five minutes
Devoutly to be wish’d. To lie down;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the blessing;
For in sleep what dreams may come
When we have tucked in to this comfy bed,
Must give us joy: there’s the desire
That makes calamity of so short a night;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of daytime,
The boss’s bad breath, the tax man’s greed,
The creak of yawns, the traffic’s delay,
The insolence of children and the whines
That patient merit of the spouse takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a soft pillow?

With sincere apologies to Shakespeare