Since sleep can descend on us, it must be heavier than air. It is brittle in texture, being often broken. Its taste, when it has one, is invariably sweet, but by all accounts it is colourless and odourless. It is probably gaseous, since it never splashes when we fall into it, and it appears to have volition, being able to creep up on us and catch us unawares. It is not known by which orifices it enters the body. Certainly not the eyes, which are always shut when sleep arrives.
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