Was restless all night
Wakeful, listening, anxious
As winds howled with fright
The mountains looked down
Over the neighbourhood trees
While pale moon did frown
Just why was I not sleepy?
For normally I drift off
It seems so creepy
I must get some air
Hold on! There's a cake to bake
Oh brain, that's not fair!
So out to the kitchen
Cups of flour and sugar now
To feed hungry kin
Fear not, all goes well
Excepting they said to me
"You're tired we can tell!"
Image found at https://www.recorder.ca/entertainment/television/brockville-man-on-great-canadian-baking-show
I hope the cake was good and helped you sleep - a visual feast
ReplyDeleteHa, if i tried to bake a cake while sleepy, the results would not be good. I wake most nights, and reach for my current book. Smiles.
ReplyDeleteI usually just feed myself if I can't get to sleep!
ReplyDeleteI love the way that cake just pops into being. Maybe one doesn’t mind the tired look so much, when the right treat is involved. Delicious!
ReplyDeleteCakes can work in forgiveness, but maybe it's bread that they need.
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderfully evocative, Robin! I tend to go hunting for some food in the fridge when I find I am restless and can't sleep at night ❤️ I too would love some cake!
ReplyDeleteI am sure the cake was delicious and appreciated!
ReplyDeleteCakes are probably better than late-night anxiety TV.
ReplyDeleteCakes does a lot of good in many situations
ReplyDeleteHave a nice week. Thanks for dropping by my sumie Sunday
Much❤🕊❤love
Reading this, I find myself, looking for my bedside notebook to start writing whatever comes to my overactive mind. Too many nights, I'm wanting to bake this cake, as well, Robin
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