I had to have that sweet oblivion.
No bad dreams, no dreams at all, only sweet oblivion.
Pulling the door closed behind him, he hurried away, making for his bed and the sweet oblivion of sleep.
It did not stop his nerves from screeching until he longed only for the sweet oblivion of unconsciousness.
It was not sweet oblivion, but there was immeasurable relief in her for him.
She had wished for sweet oblivion, but now she struggled to fight it off.
Instead of gassing herself into sweet oblivion, all she did was get unbearably hot and set her hair on fire.
What he wanted was a hot meal, a hotter shower, and the sweet oblivion that came with sleep.
Stars exploded, lighting my conscious thought, dying away to leave only the blackness of sweet oblivion.
