Sleep Aids

From sleeping to waking
A half instant’s surge.
Adrenaline spiking,
All senses alert
And seeking the reason,
The cause for this scene.
But the darkness is total,
The silence complete.
Senses relax, and the mind
Starts to sleep.
Then a small furtive rustle
Jerks me back from the deep.
The darkness and silence
Are empty, serene,
But the cause of the rustle 
Waits there unseen.
A night full of waking
Is plenty to scheme:
A bag full of mousetraps –
The cost of sweet dreams.

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