Sleepy Bear

I seldom take much time to fall asleep.
I slumber lightly but I drift off fast.
Last night, although I had no woes to keep
me conscious, no anxieties amassed,
I didn’t welcome Morpheus. At last,
from 2 a.m. to 7, I went where
my dreams are stored and fantasies are cast.
Today my bath will feature Sleepy Bear.


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