It took me a decade to answer what a stranger indirectly asked me... but it's time to share, I guess.

"Can't we just go sleep tonight?"
And, yeah, of course...
'Baby, goodnight.'
"But you're not coming?"
'I'll hit the light.'
You'll lay in bed.
I'll lay uptight.

Wait by the window
for the light.
Hope the store
won't seek my sight.
Oh, open up.
I need the bottle.
Little, baby boy,
to coddle.

Like my son
I'll never have.
I shake and twitch against the wall.
"Can't we just go sleep tonight?"
"Come, hit the lights, forget it all."

You used to say
the sex, it hurt.
But all that red hair hurt me too.
And now my veins are purplish blue.
No, not me;
you know I do...
wish, god,
I could just sleep tonight.

Sleep, the body's way of refreshing itself. Dreams, the mind's way of awakening thoughts.Pancakes, this write is provocative, nicely penned.

much enjoyed....I've always wondered why sleep can be so elusive

ouch red hair.....whew, long long ago, I don't care what anyone says they will keep you up at night wondering what makes that red burn..both in and out of the bed.....the son I'll never have, interesting line.....and definitely something to lose sleep over....Happy holidays IHOP