It's way way past what bedtime should be
What time even is that?
The neighborhood is quiet
The occasional drunk walks by
His path illuminated by crystals in the sky

I close my eyes and count imaginary sheep
One, two, three, four...

I'm bored. I sigh. I roll onto my front.

I wish I could shut down my thoughts
As easily as turning my laptop off.

Five, six, seven, eight...
My eyelids are dropping...

I groan. I reach to my bedside table.
I turn the alarm off.

Why do I always fall asleep
When it's time to wake up?