The Lark got a head start on the day.
He had a lot to say while I lay lathered
In the shroud of clouds left over from
A restless night of a frightful tangle of
Angles pointing in all directions except
The one to peaceful dreams. The wise
Claim a glass, or two, of Chardonnay can
Incite frightful dreams but, sans proof,
I choose to be aloof to their wisdom!
Good caution - chardonnay in moderation has better outcomes.