Tossing,
Turning,
Can’t seem to get comfy.

Stirring,
Waking,
Why can’t I sleep peacefully?

Tossing,
Turning,
Impossible to rest it seems.

Resting,
Sleeping,
Please don’t interrupt my dreams

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