I love the feeling of sleeping so hard that I am pulled through many thick layers of slumber by the sound of my alarm clock, and the futile struggle against melting back into dream. I love the feeling of leaving some subterranean story. I love wondering why, upon waking, I have a certain piece of music from a film score by Hans Zimmer stuck in my head, with harp chords dropping like rain.
This thought is not fully formed
This thought is not fully formed 
I thought about trying to guess which zimmer soundtrack it was, but then I realized there were just too many I haven’t yet heard.
Hard sleeping is the best. It’s like melting into the bed.
The Thin Red Line– my first and favorite Zimmer score.