She would relax, her hands spread wide,legs straight, with contours of her stomach jumping, up and down with each silent breath of her dreamless sleep. Never required, never asked; she didn't need a pillow, a cushion or any snugly toy under her head but a bed and a room that would be peaceful, quiet. The phone would be switched off , constantly announcing each caller her busy affair in the dream land with sleep, which dare not be disturbed. Her mother would call, better defined as a whisper, as she did not intend to disturb her slumber too, " beta? .......Arre get upp.." ,at 8 in the morning, everyday.But she and her sleep, the best friend forever, together, would hold their hands,recline together and decline their conscious, awaken presence choosing to rest, in peace.
