SULTRY NIGHT

A night we fight for sleep.

Flipping bed covers to and fro fighting the heat.

As we turn left and right multiple times

Trying to slip into refreshing unconsciousness.

The brain is turning over the next day’s program,

Even as you implore, let me sleep, let me sleep.

Tomorrow I have so many appointments to keep,

Need my wits about me.

I will go for a wander, a refreshing cold drink, a scribble of bullet points.

To anchor the wild thoughts, allowing sleep to creep its way back.

Before dawn and the alarm clock’s strident annoying calling,

Just when I was enjoying my quiet snoring and real sleep.

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