Lying Awake

When you're lying awake with a dismal headache, and repose is this a state of panic and anxiety, You've suddenly got to sleep, when the use of languages is thrown at you, without impropriety; First, you uncover your toes, and then your sheet slips demurely from under you. Then the blankets tickle - you feel like your in a pickle - so terrible that the feathers become sharp and prickle. And you're hot, and you're angry, you toss and turn till there is nothing, twist the sheets until their tickling. Then suddenly the nightwear creeps on the ground in a heap, and you pick 'em all up in a tangle; Next the pillows resign and you politely decline to remain in an unusual angle! You get some repose in a form of a doze, with heavy eye-balls and head aching. But your feeling slumbering teems Which turn into such horrible dreams That you'd very much not want to talk about. In case things turn into a nasty fight, Well, suddenly you find yourself through the light. The channel stops crossing. Then you find yourself tossing. Aroused by all the surroundings, It is astounding enough to get your heart pounding. Being vigilant, in all circumstances when, you've been driven mad. With emotions, making me sad.