To sleep; perchance to….zzz


Into Hypnos' realm, I fell.
Powerfully cast is his spell.
Like a blanket from your first days
"Forget all your woes..." he says.

You lay your head on a soft pillow
and pull up the sheets kept below
The peddler of dreams soon comes a-knocking.
Before you know it, in your sleep you're talking!

You enter a world, beautiful and magical
where anything can happen, sane or fantastical.
But sometimes, you simply rest-
those deep slumbers are just the best.

Then, your alarm goes off
(one every five minutes, of course)
Your nimble fingers are one of a kind,
pressing snooze, while still blind!

Finally, you decide
to let your clock's sins slide.
And so, you wake-
until noon break.

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