Sleep is a fickle lover, idn’t it?

If I were to be embraced by sleep nightly, welcomed into her arms and pulled deep into her embrace, for her to put forth all the effort to make me feel safe and refreshed, eventually I would need less.  And when she decides what I feel about her she makes up her mind without consulting me on my feelings.

She whispers into the ears of my wife “he’s with me…” and my wife may get jealous.  Because her Sleep isn’t infusing her with rejuvenation.  He eludes her.  He brushes past her with a wink.

He teases her.  He approaches her and tells her to relax, only to step away, returning well after a normal sleeping hour has passed.  He exhausts her.  While she waits, I slumber lightly.

So little sleep is causing so many other issues.  Advice comes and goes.  Insomnia, well, that’s a hard one to shake off.

And if nobody’s feeling rested, everything else blooooows ass.