Midnight Fight

I couldnt sleep tonight, it was my bed, or its my head, or its from the bright moonlight. Toss and turn to catch a wink, focusing on trying not to think. I put my slippers on my feet, cold air, messy hair, to the kitchen for a treat. I pour a glass of milk, and travel back to my bed of silk. Just to continue wrestling for sleep, Just to continue the counting of sheep