Regret

Pulling the covers nearer to my chin, I

wrestled more with the idea of 'what if'

and less with the bedding that just wouldn't.

"Utter uselessness," I think I mumbled aloud.

For an hour, at most, sleep did entertain.

Now, it does seem that it should always occur

at the most comfortable hour of the night,

and always in a way that seems to awaken me so.

It crept over me... the suspicion that

I should have just bought one more blanket.