Another Sleepless Night
Some people get out of their beds happy.
Sometimes I bounce out, barely hitting the floor, I am so excited.
Today was not one of those days. I had gone to bed too early knowing I would be paying for it.
And I did. Because I woke up like a shot at 2:17 a.m., thinking it was morning and it sort of was.
Just not the “right” morning.
When I tried to go back to bed at 5:16,
I knew it was a mistake.
I would have to get up in less than an hour, and it might take forty-minutes to go back to sleep.
Crumble! Drumble! Grumble! Shumble! Mumble! Lumble!
How many times do I do this? When will I learn?
Apparently never.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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