Why aren’t you sleep?
The question I ask myself every night.
I start by laying on my back, but that doesn’t feel right.
It’s to the left and then the right.
Till it all comes around once again.
Is it really almost 5am.
The curtains are closed, but the light still peeks in.
Guess I’ll have to grab the eye mask again.
Finally asleep, but the dog awoke.
Guess its time to get up.
What a joke.