A Poem About Sleeping - Phoenix

I find myself in bed,

Staring at the ceiling.

I find myself in bed,

Staring at the wall.

This is much more comfortable.

I shall get back to you.

Woke too early.

No alarm to greet me.

I stretch,

Shove the window open.

Birds audible.

Mind is blank,

Boring.

Another night survived.