I don't know when it happened exactly but i have inexorably been sleeping less and less at night. Sometimes I sit up and watch TV or surf the internet. Other times I'll pick up a book and thumb through pages I've haphazardly already read trying to find the meaning in the blurred pages.
But often times, I'll cover myself with my bedding deep in the confines of the mattress I inhabit at night and stare at the ceiling wishing that I could mercifully fall asleep by...
Listening to sheep bleat as they hop over a fence rather the focusing on the intensity of your blue eyes as they focus on me and only me...
Counting bottles of beer on the wall rather than remember the kisses we shared whenever we occupied the same space and breath of air together...
Taking deep calming breaths rather than listen to my accelerated heartbeat as it reflected my memories of the night we made love...
No…I’m not counting sheep at night
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