But after a few short hours my eyes pop open with nothing in sight
In the darkness my eyes search for the time . . . for the light . . .
Already knowing it’s still the middle of the night
Then it happens . . . no matter how hard I fight
My minds starts churning for the next thing to write
I try really hard . . . I use all my might
To close again my eyes . . . to drift back into the night!
This describes my sleep pattern last night. I blame it on my age! I may have to "drift back into the night" with a nap this afternoon.
ReplyDeletewow! i love this style of writing--- i wish i could be as bold as you. and i hope that you are able to catch more sleep, haha.
ReplyDeleteThis is such a wonderful and cute piece. I love the use of the "..." because I use it ALL of the time too! Keep up the great writing.
ReplyDeleteLynn, I'm so glad you could get back to sleep. When I wake in the middle of the night and my mind starts churning, there is no return to sleep - like Delilah, I blame it on age! Those afternoon naps are wonderful (but, as hubby says that's why you can't sleep at night!)
ReplyDeleteUh oh - no sleep is no fun! Time to get a notebook to leave next to your bed so you can doodle and write your way back to sleep. May tonight be filled with zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad I don't have the problem . . . yet. I need my sleep! I like the journal by the bed idea.
ReplyDeleteSweet poem Lynn! Love that you turned a somewhat frustrating time of night into a slice...that's what slices are all about right? Living in the moment of the slice!
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