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I lie down my head, ready to sleep

Awake forty-eight hours, too tired to eat

Ten hours should do it, help me catch up

The way my mind wanders, it gives me the creeps

Twenty minutes go by, why haven’t I passed?

My eyelids are heavy, I surely won’t last

But awake I stay, and to the good Lord I ask…

God, please let me sleep, and let morning come fast

As I continue to endure my own private Hell

My body becomes my own private cell

Though my mind is awake, it can only brood

And I realize with horror that I cannot move

As I continue to pray for sleep to approach

I see something crawling toward me…a roach

My eyes dart around, my mind has gone south

All while the cockroach crawls toward my mouth

A moment goes by, I take control of myself

I spring off the bed and utter a yelp

As I stand there and stare, shaking my head

I realize the “roach” was a just crease in my bed