Bed

Sleep comes in fits and starts,
Visions fill my head,
The sheets with me play tug of war,
And this amuses the bed.
The pillows giggle with feathery whispers,
The blankets dance with glee,
They headboard practices its Irish dancing,
As they all love to ignore me.
I give up and move to stand,
All is quite then,
I sigh and crawl back to bed,
And the bedlam begins again.

I don't sleep well often - too hot, too tired, too much going through my mind - whatever. So, I thought I'd blame it on the bed. Plus, as I toss and turn, the bed makes all manner of noises. Charlie must hate it.