The drowsiness takes over and I sink back
It calls and I cannot fight back
Slumber has dug its claws and pulls
I sleepily resist, but the world dulls.
Just as I give in, it is out of reach
I toss and turn and I beseech
I ask for mercy in the deep
Battle the will to fall asleep.
Finally a force drags me out
I stand up and move about
The day has started, I can see
It has started without me.
Clara de Lataillade