"It’s time to go to sleep,
but I don’t think I’ll be able to..."
the first step on the wretched road
to insomnia.
Muscles tighten in knots,
stomach groans in fearful anticipation,
thoughts are entirely pessimistic.
"Another sleepless night." 
"It’s time to go to sleep,
to rest, restore, rejuvenate.
Mmm...looking forward to it."
Head on soft pillow,
snuggling into blanket,
blessed peace, escape from chaos,
letting go.
Thoughts tuned by choice
to happy memories,
optimistic tomorrows,
then...nothing.
"Zzzzzzz."

 
By Joanna Fuchs