The well that never dries

I rub my eyes
and yawn so wide
I fidget and I feel so tired
the five inch heels compacting all my nails

I try to smile
try to go the extra mile
yet inside I feel so vile
to give in now would be to fail

my dream just to know it waits
its sturdy frame and trusty legs
in that coocon to meditate
with snooring that reverberates

to lay your weary aching bones
the sheep will come to count like clones
the lulabys your mother hums
just REM till morning comes