Sheep Can’t Count

She hadn't been able to sleep well in years. She stared at the ceiling, rolled over, stared at the wall, then rolled over and pressed her head into her pillow. She couldn't figure out why she couldn't fall asleep without taking her pills. She also couldn't understand the thoughts she had when she wanted to stop thinking.

Why didn't Lexie like me in third grade?

When did I last clean the cabinets?

Fries would be good right now.

Maybe I should just count sheep.

The dust on the cabinets has to be crazy.

Counting sheep keeps me awake.

Do sheep count people to help them sleep?

That's ridiculous. Sheep can't count.

Her doctor had suggested reading, but she liked it too much. She often thought about ideas for new books, but she knew they were no good. They were based on her thoughts at night so they wouldn't make sense.

But what if there was a book about sheep counting people? It would make a great children's book if nothing else.

Right?

Totally.

Those sheep won't know what hit them. They'll be so smart.

She finally drifted to sleep and dreamed of sheep counting people to try and fall asleep.