Once upon a time in mattress land
I made myself a grandiose plan
I’d get eight hours of unadulterated sleep
I wouldn’t snore, slobber, or weep
I cut off my caffeine at 4 on the dot
Read before bed and marked my spot
Turned around thrice and in I climbed
Yet, I tossed and turned, even whined!
My legs keep running in reverse
My mind resorts to the worst
Case scenario of why my arm tingles
And who’s up there banging on the shingles
I panic and grope at the blankets in dread
I hope and pray I don’t get sucked in to the bed
And now it’s almost dawn in my kingdom of What’s Sleep?
I find myself without energy to weep