I lay in bed. My curtains drawn, a wooly fog inside my head.
Yet I cannot go. Not to rest and not just yet. My mind insists that if I do I’ll miss the best.
What fairies dance once my eyes are closed?
What if someone gets turned into a toad?
I toss and turn. I’m comfortable sure, but what if that’s just an insidious evil lure?
I had my milk, the sheep are sheared and counted but what if I missed one and the tale of my incompetence gets recounted?
The bed is too soft. The floor is too hard… Did I remember to send my mother her mother’s day card?
My cat is cuddled up inside my arms. He’s too quiet! Call the vet! Sound the alarms!
I don’t know where to turn. The wood store is all but burned. The wicks are all done and soon a new day will be begun.
I cannot sleep. What if there’s something I miss? I would certainly cry and weep.
I know not how to what to do. Is there a goddess of insomnia? If so I pray for mercy from you!
Calm my troubled mind. Ease my fears, lady, let me rest, please be kind.
For a blissful hour or two, I swear, I tell thee true, lady I’d build a grand new temple just for you.
At last I drift, at least a little.
Just my luck, the clock rings it’s morning tone and works my wroth into a foaming spittle!
Graceless day, leave me be! I haven’t had a wink! Begone with you and yours and thee!