Forgetful to Rest

I stayed up past my normal time last night.
My eyelids didn’t droop, although the book
I started failed to grab me with the right
description, action, concept. I retired
not so tired, turning off the light
and taking half an hour to drift off.
Now I’m surprised my door was left untight,
my phone uncharged, my iPad on. I took
to rest without accustomed oversight.

(Magic 9)

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