Drip Drip Drip goes the faucet
as I try my best to sleep.
The neighbour’s dog is barking
and so is the mutt up the street.
I tried warm milk, counted every sheep on old MacDonald’s Farm
and still I lay awake, waiting for the morning alarm.
On the clock in front of me
a one changes to a two, and then into a three
Two cups of strong coffee in the morning
and groggy until the next night
falling asleep wherever I go, can’t wait to make it right
until I hit the bed and already I know
I won’t sleep tonight.
This annoying little poem is how I spent my night and is also my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers. Click on the link to read more stories in this week’s collection.