You slip into bed.
It’s cold.
It’s always cold.

You pull the covers up.
Around your ears.
You try to ignore that side of the bed.

The light is on.
You reach up to turn it out.
Then stop.

Why bother?

You turn it out anyway.
And roll over.
And tell yourself, very firmly, to go to sleep.

As usual,
You can’t.
The moonlight is blinding.

Your neck itches.
And you realize
That the covers are still unmussed

On. That. Side.

You muss them up.
Then climb back into bed,
And tell yourself to go to sleep.

Nope.
Still nothing.
The sheets are haunting you.

You turn the light back on.
And grab the new book you bought on Tuesday.
You’ve been buying a lot of new books lately.

It keeps you busy.

It doesn’t help.
The book is uninteresting.
You turn the light back off.

You try to trick yourself.
Keep your eyes open for as long as you can.
So you try.

It’s no use.
Your mind already knows everything
You’re gonna do.

No duh, stupid.

You make a grocery list.
Target list.
Bath and Body Works list.

Nope.
Nothing going.
You hit the pillow.

Finally, you lie back.
And think.
You think

About. Me.

You roll over to the middle of the bed.
And bury your head in the pillow
And think about me.

And while you are
Thinking about me,
You fall asleep.

Told you, sleepyhead.