A Poem About Sleeping - Phoenix

I find myself in bed,
Staring at the ceiling.
I find myself in bed,
Staring at the wall.
This is much more comfortable.
I shall get back to you.
Woke too early.
No alarm to greet me.
I stretch,
Shove the window open.
Birds audible.
Mind is blank,
Boring.
Another night survived.

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