Goodnight Sweet Poetry

Temptation to sleep is coming to me as I sit here writing poetry. I try to ignore it but louder it calls, and it is night beyond these walls. I start to think about the warm sensation that my blanket will bring to me, when I hop up in bed, lay down my head, and begin to dream so peacefully. I want to write more but I am half way asleep, so at this time I am going to bed without saying a peep. Goodnight sweet poetry.