Tonight's Poet Corner: Sleep Tight
Sleep Tight by Belinda Roddie Bleary eyed, I craned my head to look outside. Neighborhood cats claimed their domain in my backyard. They demanded respect and also pets, but it was too cold, so I declined. For once, I planned to sleep before midnight. For once, I planned to dream non-stressful dreams. Dreams that would keep me away from classrooms and old family homes. Dreams that would put energy in my gut rather than weariness in my bones. Because nothing is much worse than waking up more exhausted than the night before.
