Insomnilicious
By Leaf Edniwinga
here I am:
the stage is set for sleep.
I am in bed,
stars burning through my window,
blankets soft,
on every side surround me.
every ingredient for slumber
is waiting . . .
but I am a bad cook,
so I sit here in the dark
and enjoy raw insomnia
instead.
Clever. I have the same problem.