Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Insomnia At Her Finest

I have yet to be asleep and it is 7:15 in the morning. 
Listening to this big berrly man snore up a storm makes me laugh. 
If sounds so painful. 
I wish I knew what was going on in my mind to prevent me from sleeping even a wink..
What am I stressing? 
Is he sleeping next to me?
I'm sure that's what it is. 
I've grown far too attached to this wonderfully helpless man way too quickly. 
Insomia and I have always been rivals but I'm not sure why she's back..

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