A dozen years ago, my sleep went south
And now, at last, mask over my mouth
I achieve and sustain the depth of reverie
It takes to feel rested and ready (hooray!)
For the day
CPAP
A dozen years ago, my sleep went south
And now, at last, mask over my mouth
I achieve and sustain the depth of reverie
It takes to feel rested and ready (hooray!)
For the day
Word Florilegium 
Awful when sleep is interrupted or nonexistent. You found the answer to the problem! Thanks for sharing your lines.
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