'Torp in Slumberland or 'the worm has turned' 

Do you have children? do you like to 'owl with laughter?

 

Did they grow up and leave their childishness behind? Well? If they did, go and find where they have left it, and bring it along with you in the next stage of this highly ‘Torp-driven’ unbelievable story! Did you ever think that sleepiness could bring such useless action to your day?

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There are many dangers, when you are in a permanent state of 'falling, falling, falling. For example:-

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Dust is the universe's most dedicated, self-starting construction material.

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Such as all of the logistical nightmares of wakefulness. Even though you are static, your house will slowly be colonised by dust bunnies that develop their own rudimentary social structure. Dust in an amazing material.

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It operates under one fundamental, terrifying law: "If space exists, I will fill it."

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Consider this: Dust is the only thing on Earth that actually respects the theory of compound interest. You leave for a weekend, and you come back to find that the particles have not just settled, they've staged an elaborate, microscopic hostile takeover of your bookshelf. They don't need blueprints, financing, or motivation; they just need air and time.

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If you want to feel truly useless, (Torp has this skill in forks and spades), just watch dust.

 

Imagine; You're out there, earning a wage, exercising, and trying to be productive, while a collection of dead skin cells and atmospheric grit is silently building a vast, felt-like empire on your ceiling fan.

 

A complex civilization of fluff that is somehow more successful at long-term accumulation than your retirement fund.

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And the best part? Every time you clean it, it takes a collective deep breath and says, "Impressive effort. Now watch this." Then, it immediately begins work on the sequel, often before you've even put the vacuum away. It's a miracle of effortless, persistent, frustratingly successful entropy.

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It is a fact, (I said it so now it must be true, your hair will achieve world-record entanglement status, and when you finally open your eyes, you’ll discover that your entire diet for the past month consisted solely of whatever snacks your well-meaning but confused pet rabbit could drag onto your chest.

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We are in even more danger of 'falling' into the trap of moving completely away from the subject, which is?

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Ah yes! The problem with dreams is their annoying habit of leaving you falling, falling, falling (enough falling?), further into the abyss of sleep. You know that it is not real, and in many cases, you would prefer to cash in your ticket and return to the world of wakefulness. Unless you are a true professional and stubbornly refuse the offer of a return ticket to your version of normality.

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