The weird purr of my air conditioner,
The feel of my comforter.
My pillow is folded for it is flat from many sleepy nights,
The sound and mood is just right.
Yet here I am,
A fool at 1 or 2 o'clock AM.
Helpless,
Sleepless.
I want the blissful sleep to take me,
Overcome me.
I can't, however,
Even as this wish keeps going forever.
When will I sleep instead?
What happened to the comforts of my bed?
However another night will pass,
I still awake like a *******.
Oh sleep,
Why don't you love me?
No matter how many times I'll complain,
I fear that I'll never sleep like I ever did again.