sleep, oh sweet sleep
where are you, mr sandman?
come to me baby, come closer
i’ll lift the blanket so you can slip in next to me
wrap your warm arms around me
as we drift off to sleep together
I made up that little poem(?) up as I laid awake last night at 12.40 and 2.20 and 3 and 4.30am….As a complete stranger to insomnia, it is difficult to cope with a sore throat that keeps me awake coughing through the night.