I often struggle with falling asleep.  I find the never-ending "to do" list of my life keeps me tossing and turning at times, regardless of how tired I am.  In the old days, before "smart" phones, it made me feel alone and isolated.  Recently I had an epiphany on how this has changed.  I wrote a quick poem about it.​

Insomnia Loves Company

Quiet not creepy.

The house contributes a few recognizable sighs.

My husband breaths deeply.

The dog pants lightly.

The ping of electronic droplets emanates periodically from my phone.

The random timing signals that I am not the only one still awake.

I don't even have to look to appreciate the company.

Originally written May 27, 2014.