I had not slept more than five hours a night in over four years. I was a woman who used to sleep ten, eleven hours a night. Sleep was so sweet to me I could taste it. I could taste a good nap like a bacon, lettuce, tomato sandwich on fresh French bread. It was not only the rest I missed. I missed my dreams, God, I missed my dreams. Even the dark ones. – Rebecca Wells, Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood
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