Constant tossing and turning.
An Insistent scratch that just won't seise.
Rubbing my eyes.
Grasping my thighs.
Concentrating ...
Lost concentration back to tossing.
Now thinking
"what do I have to do tomorrow?"
Everything I could possibly imagine cascades into one thought.
Then a bright light gleams from my phone.
A message?
No!
My alarm clock.
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