Sometimes, even if i don't want to, I end up staring at the ceiling for hours, fidgeting and trying to get some needed sleep. I would think about lots of things to get my mind busy or try to clear my mind of all thoughts to try to sleep, but neither avails!
In the end, I remind myself of Bing Crosby's beautiful song. Then all ends well and dreams deluge into the heart of night.
When I'm worried and I can't sleep
I count my blessings instead of sheep
And I fall asleep counting my blessings
When my bankroll is getting small
I think of when I had none at all
And I fall asleep counting my blessings
I think about a nursery and I picture curly heads
And one by one I count them as they slumber in their beds
If you're worried and you can't sleep
Just count your blessings instead of sheep
And you'll fall asleep counting your blessings
I think about a nursery and I picture curly heads
And one by one I count them as they slumber in their beds
If you're worried and you can't sleep
Just count your blessings instead of sheep
And you'll fall asleep counting your blessings
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