Sleep is my personal escape from expectations, rules, and haste. There I am free to be whoever I want: without fears, without limitations. In dreams I can live the way my heart desires, and not the way circumstances dictate.

While I sleep, the world becomes softer. Problems recede, fears melt, dreams take shape. There I can build castles of light, fly over cities, meet people who are not in reality, but who are somehow so important.
There I believe in the impossible.

When I sleep, no one expects me to make the right decisions, do perfect things, or be eternally strong. I don’t need to be “the best version of myself” or live up to someone’s expectations. In dreams, I am real.
Just me.

And maybe that's why I value every night so much. Because there, in the silence between my breaths, I remember who I really want to be. And what dreams are still alive inside.

As long as I can dream, I remain myself. And that means sleep is not just rest. It is my most precious treasure.