Sleep – where hast thou gone?

To what corner of the Earth have you crept away to?

Distant memories, oh, kind fond memories

Of when we would lay together in harmony

well past Three (p.m.)

Oh how I miss thee, Sleep.

Oh, how I miss thee, Sleep.

I have met many a new hour since last we rested

Entangled together under cool sheets.

One a.m., two, three, even four.

And did you know – there is a FIVE A.M. as well?

The occasional affair with you, oh sleep, is cruel –

A tease, you lull me into dreams and comforting thoughts.

Leading me to sprawl about the bed with expectations of rest

Dancing about my head.

Until you jet off again – leaving me stranded upon my bed.

Eyes wide open and body wanting to melt deeper into the comfort

Of the mattress while my mind compels me to awaken.

Sleep – come home.

COME HOME.

I need thee – more than thee shall ever know!

-lauren hale-