When sleep comes not,
And the ticking of the
Old clock does not stop,
I shut my eyes real tight,
Waiting to fall asleep.
But my fridge does
Not stop humming
And the irregular breathing
Of my sister keeps me awake.
I twist and turn in bed,
trying to get comfortable.
I imagine pleasant things,
hoping to be transfered to
the realm of dreams.
Minutes pass by,
Seeming like hours
And I wait patiently for
Sleep to come and take
Me off to the shores
Of lalaland.
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thanks XD
Alright Gadi, I made a few additions and changes. However I couldn't really come up with anythng for
Sleep to come and take
Me off to the shores
Of lalaland.
but note I changed the dreamland to Lalaland. heh, I couldn't really come up with anything too creative.
Here are some ideas though, whatever you think sounds best:
of lalaland
or
The Land of constant snoring (or something like that)
Or
Sleep to come and take
Me off to the shores
Of Advil pm
allright I'm lost. Any other suggestions?
