It's late and I'm still up
It's half til midnight
Morning will be here soon

My lap is a pillow
Curled up on it
A sleepy head, happy

Against her is our dog
He whimpers and squirms in his sleep
Dreaming of moles, small and large

The lamp is brighter than I'd like
But far enough away
I'm disinterested in turning it off

This moment is full of peace
Sighs and snores, sights easily missed
If one were to fall asleep too soon

I yawn and let my eyes droop
The phone becomes heavier as I type
Each line weighing me down like sand

What am I waiting for?
Does sleep come at a great cost?
Regardless, my master wakes me every morning

The alarm is set for 7 am
And I'm torn between what's best for me tomorrow
And what's best for me right now

I want more sleepy snuggles
I don't want to make them leave
They fill my cup until it overflows with joy

I want this joy forever
But sleep is it's own sunrise
Evaporating that which I've hoarded through the night

But without the sunrise, crops cannot grow
As beautiful as the moths and moon may be
I cannot breathe without sunlight

So I've made my choice
Love for tomorrow, by sacrificing tonight
It's time to brush my teeth