He lay in bed, exhausted, but sleep wouldn’t come.
The problem was, the problem was, he couldn’t
go to sleep because he was thinking about going to sleep.
What triggered sleep?
Was it a certain level of relaxation?
How was that different from regular relaxation?
He’d tried willfully letting go of any tension in all
his limbs, from the ends of his fingers and toes all the way into his torso.
The more he tried to go to sleep, the more exhausted
he became, but sleep evaded him.
Counting sheep filled the room with sheep, and
finally, they suffocated him.
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