Monologue

To Sleep or not to sleep – that is  the question.

Whether tis nobler to suffer the aches and pains of labor

Or fall victim to the blissful grace of slumber

To oppose thy wishes will bring displeasure

And surely leave one worse for weather

My eyes stay open against my will

If they shut now, all’d by for nil

Who am I kidding? I need my sleep now.

Just a short nap. I swear on this vow.