Lots of halves occur around me.
So, it's only fair to the night that I take only a half nights sleep.
I hope for whole nights; like any moon would.
But that comes and that goes.
The years haven't  offered full nights for cheap.
I  alley-way gamble my good dreams away.
Yet, I still give myself to the night freely, letting it swallow whole and digest of me what it can.
Trusting that, if I fall through the sheets and land under the bed, with the ghouls and goons; it won't be morning until things aren't so dark.