I asked my wife, “Last night, were you faking it?” She said, “No, I was really sleeping.

Yeah, I was asleep, but it's okay. I was having my favorite dream. I have it all the time. I was dancing. I was beautiful. I was dancing.

"Did you sleep well?"
"No, I made a couple of mistakes."

"How long was I asleep?" she whispered. He didn't respond.
"How long was I asleep?" she asked again, and noticed a hint of red in his cheeks.
"You were asleep, too?"
"Until you began drooling on my shoulder."

If I didn't wake up, I'd still be sleeping.

Did I do anything last night that suggested I was sane?

You’ve been using my body when I was asleep?

I'd been so fascinated by the notion, that I'd forgotten to measure what it was bringing forth. I'd been asleep, dreaming.

I didn't just voluntarily quit the relationship, did i? I slept and snore, didn't i? And couldn't even remember when you strolled away.

But I've just noticed that my mind is asleep.

I awoke, only to see that the rest of the world is still asleep.

I cannot be awake, for nothing looks to me as it did before, or else I am awake for the first time, and all before has been a mean sleep.

Was I sleeping, while the others suffered? Am I sleeping now? Tomorrow, when I wake, or think I do, what shall I say of today? That with Estragon my friend, at this place, until the fall of night, I waited for Godot?

She asked me how I slept. Knowing she meant quality of sleep, I said I slept naked. It’s true. Ask any of the joggers who saw me sleepwalking.