I thought back to my middle-school experience of having slumber parties and watching Romeo + Juliet and staring at Leo and thinking about my first kiss and what I wanted it to be like. And when you have your first real love, it's an epiphany, you know? It's like a whole new world.
I play 'Just Dance' all the time - actually my girlfriends and I have slumber parties where we actually do this on a monthly basis and make total fools of ourselves.
I dream of you to wake; would that I might Dream of you and not wake but slumber on.
For the first time in your conscious memory; for the first time in fact, since your were a baby; a single tear, full and warm, rolled down your right cheek and you fell into a very deep and entirely dreamless slumber.
The older you get, the few slumber parties there are, and I hate that. I liked slumber parties. What happened to them?
God's eye does not slumber. He knows every sin that is hidden from mortal eye.
There's nothing like listening to the drone of QVC's always-bubbly pitchwomen, as they try to move loose-fitting tunics with 'just the right amount of sparkle,' to soothe you into a healing slumber.
To provoke dreams of terror in the slumber of prosperity has become the moral duty of literature.
My first memory of the Rolling Stones is listening to 'Satisfaction' at a sixth-grade slumber party at a friend's house in Ankara, Turkey, where my family was living at the time. In the middle of our sleepover, my friend's dad stopped the record when he heard the words 'girlie action!'
Slumber not in the tents of your fathers. The world is advancing.
