Ocupation: Writer
Life: b. June 13, 1963
Birthday: June 13
I sleep all day. Noises flit around the house- garbage truck in the alley, rain, tree rapping against the bedroom window. I sleep. I inhabit sleep firmly, willing it, wielding it, pushing away dreams, refusing, refusing. Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion. [...] It is afternoon, it is night, it is morning. Everything is reduced to this bed, this endless slumber that makes the days into one day, makes time stop, stretches and compacts time until it is meaningless.
source: Audrey Niffenegger (2014). “The Time Traveler's Wife”, p.513, Simon and Schuster
topic: Dream, Morning, Rap, Pushing Away, Garbage Trucks