And We All Know What Happens Next…

I’m sleepy, you’re sleepy.

We want to rest our heads

On pillows of fake feathers

On man-made plastic  beds,

To cover up our bodies

With decorative textile sheets,

To halt electric lumination

And slow down our heartbeats.

We want our minds to wander

In the land of peaceful dreams

Until we gently are awakened

By sunlight’s gentle beams.

And so we go through the motions

To finally go to sleep,

We close our eyes a moment

And then our phone goes beep…

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