Awake

Lying in bed
Wishing to sleep
Eyes closed lightly
Those damned sheep

Room is pitch dark
White noise comforting
Mind working overtime
Imagination wondering

Minutes tick by
Time moving onward
Jumping farm animals
Sleep still isn’t conquered

~tod

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