Sleep, dear, fleeting sleep, in such small portions you seep into my world as I am curled up hoping my sanity I can keep. Oh snoozing is not losing when in my mind I dream. I am at peace under the sheets, the landscapes agleam. Precious dozing, as not so closed in, all my fears I can not see. I am the narrator, I am the creator, all the stories are for me. So I am drifting the weights are lifting from my shoulders not hunched. Sweet serenity, calm amenity, no nerves bunched.