Sleep

Much of my life revolves around sleep
The lack of it, and the over excess of it
The wanting of it, and the dread of it
The never wanting to go to bed, and the never wanting to wake up.

When I wake up in the morning I always promise myself
“ill go to bed early tonight”
And when tonight arrives I always find myself saying
“Just one more hour and ill go to bed.”

Its never just one more hour

Every night, I always count the amount of hours ill get to sleep
And I say “Oh, that’s enough right?”
And in the morning
It never is.

I suppose you could say
I have a love hate relationship with sleep.