Flipping and flopping
Tossing and turning
The movements
Don't seem to end
I stare at the ceiling
Eyelids wide open
My arms sprawled out
On my bed
"Squeak"
I sit up
"What was that sound?"
That's what my brain said
But my body
Still layed in bed
Not wanting to get up
From my 'rest'
I can't sleep
My eyes won't close
My beds not comfortable
Counting sheep never helped
But as I think
About how I can't sleep
My eyelids begin
To slowly flutter closed
