Sleep.
It is very underrated,
Yet so welcome,
When the undertow of fatigue,
Pulls at all your vitals,
And drags you down,
Into deep unconsciousness.
I know I should submit.
In my rational mind.
Yet it is my rational mind that prevents me.
Too many interesting thoughts.
Too large a sensory meal to digest.
Oh grant me a firm, warm bed,
Sunny, breeze dried sheets,
Well fitted,
A plump pillow,
And you,
To entwine with my legs.
Then perhaps I should sleep.
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