Sleeping alone, can be addictive y’know:
Freedom to roam, the bumpy plains of comfort and warmth!
No cold feet or upstarts, to disturb your slumber!
Yes- anathema is company- To solitarily recharge in uninterrupted luxury!
Such commodities (like to sleep and recharge) are luxuries taken for grant:
For example- my friend Steve, he finds it impossible to sleep except in threes, fours (or more);
Deep subconscious abandonment issues for sure, the cause,
But it means that he’s become a philanderer of sorts;
For, aside from one, at most two, his bedroom companions don’t appear to want or need sleep
Instead, choosing to stay up and play adult games and – yes! – even hopscotch &/or hide ‘n’ seek!
Steve, always being happy to oblige, doesn’t seem to get much sleep, even in the company of 9!
A few times he’d tried to up the number to 12 or 13-
Yet, again, sleep evaded him, for his marbles were throbbing!
Alas, what to do when one man’s curse is another’s muse!
In a rare moment of sympathy, this author had suggested to get some sleep therapy,
Regrettably, it didn’t work out-
For the therapist was comely, and though her efforts had at first been sincere, neither had had any sleep that night!
Now, don’t be too blue for Steve;
For he and the therapist, Isabelle, have now been wed for four years;
They work as sleep & sex therapists;
And have become quite well known-
Working out of plush offices, off the King’s Road!
Sleep, you say? No, there’s no conceit, deceit or any of that foul play;
For Steve now sleeps soundly at night, in the company of his wife and their child!
Alas, the same is not true for me-
I am now old, and regret that I missed my opportunity-
By selfishly refusing to fulfil my need for company!
Regret & sorrow, alas, are not very comfortable bedfellows!