In the middle of the night
I sit and write by the lamplight
My dog napping on the chair beside me
I feel the chill of the air conditioned air
The soft neck-tickle of my hair
And the pull of sleep to the nth degree
While entranced by the computer screen
I struggle to obey the inevitable urging
From my humaness calling for sleeping
In the middle of the night
Still, I write until the morning light
When the sun peaks over the horizon
My eyelids bobbing like a beacon
Beckoning the dreams that await
Behind them in the dream state
Following their lead I finally heed
Welcoming the sleep that I need
My dog sleeping beside me
By: Amarie
Get some sleep! It's healthy. -- As always, thanks for visiting my blog! You are appreciated. 
