It is I; I am here
Breathe softly in your trembling ear
Whisper past each icy tear
"Come back to sleep"--but dark things wait--
Creep in like cold and chill and fear.
Having trouble sleeping. Woke up in a cold sweat with the sheets soaking wet all around me. Had to strip the bed in the middle of the night and sleep in a heap of blankets that ended up being rather cozy.
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That's understandable? You are not alone in this.
Anyway. I've heard good things about drugs and tea and Scripture before bed. I recommend the drugs.
Poem. Win.
I've noticed I can't say I've slept unless I remember my dreams. This morning, my dream was about Nathan Plank ruining my chances at getting a job because he was making young teachers look bad in the institution where I wanted to work.
Also, I woke up feeling like a million bucks.
Do try dreaming; I suggest it.
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