oh how i miss you, my dear 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep.
if i wasn’t brain dead from sleep deprivation i would write you a sonnet.
but i don’t remeber all the rules. 18 lines maybe… iambic pentameter something or another.
back to the point, i miss you sleep. please come back.
i have the perfect spot for you in my warm bed right next to the chi chi.
the end.
p.s. whoever coined the phrase “sleep like a baby” never meet my baby. liar.