It’s the gritty, sandpaper feel behind my eyeballs,
the five pound weight on my head,
the pulling, pulling, pulling on my eyelids,
the invisible hand pressing my chest,
back, back, back into the pillow.
“Go back to sleep,” it tells me, and oh,
do I want to obey!
I could drive off so easily, forget all my troubles,
float off to dreamland…
It’s so tempting, but my troubles will have multiplied
if I allow myself to give in.
So I’ll get up instead and get to work.
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