A state during which my consciousness of my physical surroundings is suspended. Depending upon my experiences that I have during the state of sleep I may enjoy it or be discomforted. Often I’m not discomforted. Often the feeling — of either enjoyment or discomfort — is most intense when I’m about to wake up from the sleep. Often the sleep is most enjoyable when I’m about to wake up in the morning. My eyes are not comfortable with the brightness of the light around when I’m in the process of waking up. The light at times is unbearable to the eyes forcing me to open them slowly towards some relatively dimly lit surroundings.
Has anyone ever died of insomnia? Probably it’s the fear of dying that kills and not the lack of sleep.