Too Old to Level Up

My bedtime habits were unchanged last night.
The hour was the usual, the bed
as comfortable as ever, and the light
no brighter than the customary glow.
Yet sleep was slow to come to me. No fright
or worry filled my mind, but drowsy dreams
successively sustained my inner sight.
Too old to “level up,” today my head
is solving every puzzle, quick and right.

(Magic 9)

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