Awake
Night seems dreary and rather dark,
Light radiating only from moon, planets, the stars
I see through my window.
When sleep subsides,
I will be whole again.
But, until then, I will wait,
Counting sheep, blessings.
Flipping over until I feel comfortable.
I wait, awake.
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