Sleeping is the Enemy
Sleeping is the Enemy It’s 6:30am in Antalya, Turkey, do you know where your mind is? Sleep is such a funny thing. There are times when the need for it is so desperately that I can literally stare at a page I am writing and see that I have drifted off into incoherence over three words, one of which is complete gibberish. And there are other times when I can put on my C-PAP mask…

