Sleep is like a playful, teasing, wild, evasive animal. It bounces around gleefully, taunting me, giving false hope that it can be tamed and touched some time in the future. It peers at me from around corners boldly showing it’s mischievous side while beckoning me to draw nearer but never allowing me to close the distance that separates us. As sleep plays throughout the night my fatigue grows deeper and reality distorts until the light of a new day calls to me. With the break of dawn I surrender to the knowledge that sleep has, once again, escaped capture. No matter, this day will pass and tonight the hunt will begin anew.