The clock read 4-something AM.  I tossed and I turned.

Something horrible had happened.  Enough to ruin a good man’s sleep.

Sadly, I was too tired to act.  I was there, caught between asleep and awake.

Paralyzed by the situation.  Powerless to act.

My head resting on the mattress pad.  I wallowed in my sadness.  Crumpled up sheets under my chest.

The fitted sheet had failed me.  Popped off the corner, while all was dark.

Now all that’s fitted is a bad night of sleep.  No tuck in that corner.  No rest for the weary.