Getting into the restive spirit?


Up And At ‘Em.

It’s been fourteen hours since we lifted off,
Not for one minute have I drifted off,
I reach for sleeps ravelled sleeve but ‘twould seem For raddled me sleep is but a dream.
I sit slumped, eyes a’twitch, only to bolt up and think. ‘Damn my eyes, I haven’t slept a fluttering wink.’

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