Waking At Night

I wake at night and check the clock And oftentimes I am in shock To see how little time has passed, The stretch ahead prolonged and vast. I’ll wake again and maybe more, Discouraged as I was before To know the morning’s far away And sleep won’t hold me in its sway. A friend, however, wakes up, too, Yet she maintains a different view. She loves the fact that hours await For her to sleep and wake up late. In one way, though, we are the same And know exactly what’s to blame For interrupted sleep, you see, And that’s the nighttime need to pee.