i am a servant of Somnus, the god of sleep. They are a fair and merciful god indeed, for They ask of Their followers no prayer nor war nor sacrifice; only that i sleep deeply- and on a consistent schedule- for one-third of each day, that i may serve Them in my dreams.
at night, while my body rests, my mind flits away to Their most cozy palace on the isle of Lemnos, and melds with a billion others into a brilliant stream of consciousness. there we dance together in an inscrutable pattern, carrying out computations for the glory of our god.
when i awake, i recall but fragments of my nocturnal pilgrimage. strange works indeed i must have done for Somnus this night. but in return for my eight hours of labor, having passed for me in but a moment, my mind is clear and focused and my stress washed away.
thanks be to Somnus, child of night, sibling of death. deliver me each night from the Horrors that hunt my psyche upon the descent of darkness. free this my body from exhaustion; forgive it its scrapes and strains. restore to me clarity of thought and capacity for logic. through your blessings i am sustained.