Ode to the Monster that Eats My Sleep
There is a nasty monster scurrying around here who eats my sleep. Try as I might to catch up on my sleep, this gremlin scampers in and, as quietly as a predatory cougar, steals it. I can imagine how it must hover over me while I am peacefully snoozing, rancid drool oozing from its yellowed fangs, remnants of its last victim’s sleep …