For a time I hovered in that peaceful dreamland where nothing at all works properly but everything is okay.

Sleep, Silence's child, sweet father of soft rest, Prince whose approach peace to all mortals brings Indifferent host to shepherds and kings;Sole comforter to minds with grief opprest

How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, / By all their country's wishes blest!

Rest and be thankful.

I looked up fairness in the dictionary and it was not there.

To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;