“I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I'm awake, you know?” Ernest Hemingway

Today I am tired
I fell asleep on the bus.
Now my neck hurts and I had to walk a long way because I missed my stop.
If only there was more parking in the city.

Here is a poem about being tired

Heavy weight on eyes that blurr
I hope I do not drool on her
So she wont say excuse me sir
This girl's asleep and she wont stir
My mouth will feel full of fur
I've missed my stop for sure