How funny

I was lying in bed this morning, trying to go back to sleep, and a poem flew into my head, the first four or five lines. I told myself to go back to sleep, that I'd remember it in the morning, but it didn't work. I got up wrote it down, then continued on for the rest of the poem. Just first draft, but I like where it's going.

Then I went back to sleep. Apparently I'm serious about this poetry thing.