While I’m in bed, I’m trying to sleep.

When I’m trying, I sometimes think.

No-one sleeps by counting damn sheep.

There’s too many and then they go out of sync.

Hang on what is that? Feels… Looks like bloody wool!

Did they escape? They’ve made a right mess.

That’s weird I can, I seem to be looking down upon myself, on the bed.

Oh! The covers have fallen on the… What the F***, It can’t be!

Where are my limbs? I’m killer sheep meal!

I am just but a head, a right knee, oh, and a heel?

Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!