counting (sheep)

I am once again the only one with open eyes and a brain barely awake in this quiet house. But it is enough two realize what I lose if I sleep now. Too much to think about. I need these three more hours, four if I sleep now, there's no telling what I'll miss. I make myself empty promises: "Five more minutes" but it only hurts more, as the shattered agreements litter the floor of my sleep deprived brain. Up out of bed again in less than six hours... I'll be lucky if I don't have a headache by seven a.m... and another self-induced sadness, here we come.