I like my sleep long dark and dreamless. Fortunately I don't often have dreams. Or maybe I always dream and only remember a very few of them. I like the mornings when I wake up without the burden of a dream.

Yes, I view sweet dreams as a burden. The morning can never promise to live up to it. You wake up and realise how much you'd rather live in your dream. Escapism. I'd like to think I'm not the only one who suffers from an abundance of it.

Nightmares are better. You always wake up to a sense of relief. They always have a happy ending. You wake up clutching onto life. Staring fate in the eye and smiling. Drenched in the belief that the person waking up is that much stronger than the person in the bad dream.

But some of the best mornings are the ones after a dreamless sleep. Mornings you wake up and remember nothing for a few moments. And if you're fortunate enough that when the thoughts rush into your head you realise how everything is just where it should be... then that, my friend, is a good morning.