Time to Sleep, Sheep - Bedtime PoetryI was lying in my bed; it was a very dark night, no dreams came, though my eyes were shut tight. I turned my pillow over and I turned it once more, but I was still wide awake just like I was before. I tried breathing in rhythm; I emptied my head, still, I couldn't sleep; I tossed and turned in bed. I nearly gave up but I've really got to sleep! Grandma once told me that I should count sheep.