I read another chapter
And then sampled one more sofa
I got up and made myself
Some tea, then
Another attempt at sleep
Another chapter, two
More sofas, and this time
Some milk in my
Earl grey, back up
The stairs
Brushing my teeth
Again, another attempt
At sleep, but it
Eludes me, like a dream
Just after waking, its
Edges tickling my own
Teasingly, I close my eyes
Trying to (re)call it
Tight, tight, now
Less so, so that
I can maybe
Sleep
Maybe
Maybe
Maybe
Just maybe

I open up my eyes
And go back
To sofa sampling.