The sofa

I fell asleep on the sofa

as if that want the plan

sleep come so rarely

i do it where i can.


I woke up on the sofa

with a crick in my back

pleased that my dreams 

Will no longer attack.


I rose from my sofa

to fetch myself a drink

i have come to the conclussion

that maybe i over think.


I looked at the sofa 

dominating the room

last nigh was so successful

i will be back soon.


I reasoned that my sofa

was as good as a bed

who's going to tell on me

now that sleep has fled.


I have hope that my sofa

appreciated the use

doing it's job expertly

sleep and i made a truce.

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