the watcher at my bedpost

I am almost never motivated to write anything, but that one out of ten chance that I am excited to get my thoughts onto paper, my watcher always slows me down. Because I always save my big writings assignments for the night before they are due, I am always extremely tired and writing makes me even more sleepy. My watcher is this little tiny being that teases me. He appears every single night when I have something school related to do. He has pale-flushed skin, he is round like a cue ball, and he chills on my bed counting sheep. I don't know what his hair looks like because he wears pajamas with a matching hat everytime I see him. His sole purpose is to make me cave in to sleeping, and most of the time, he wins. :)