What a tattered night I slept,
dreaming overlapped the waking.
Wandered I from couch to bed
(Dog by feet, cat by head)
Lists of future tasks repeating,
Voices of the day narrating
Twisted in the sheets and blankets.
Glance at clock and out the window;
One more hour will make my seven.
Throat grows dry, the sky is graying;
Thoughts of sleeping lead to waking,
rising, padding barefoot, making tea,
And one lone line survives the passage:
O What a tattered night I slept!
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