sleep ship

I went to bed at 5"o'clock Tired to the bone I think the saying goes. So tired I could not talk, or think, but I could eat and then I fell asleep again. I awoke with the same aching bones oh well they must me tired deep inside and need more than just the physicality of sleep. The tired of soul and spirit, that consumes the bone and muscles and takes the brain's ability to feel lightness away. I know I must make the choice to be in the sun. I must make the choice to leave the worry to it's own solitary bleakness and move on, but it is hard when you are anchored into the port like the mother of all flagships, because you are the mother.
"A ship in a port is safe, but that is not what a ship is built for"
When I was little I never wanted to sleep and I was read this story about a bed that ran away because it was sad. The bed had many adventures as it flew away. The child missed it's bed. The bed grew tired also. Maybe there is always hope that child will grow weary and understand it is not bad to sleep, perchance to dream.