Sleep and other fairytales

I lie here wrapped up like a mummy in the sheets. 
But some tomb raider came and snatched away my sleep
And I’m basking in the glow of my phone, deep
In my latest spiral; pillow between my knees. 

But a mummy wouldn’t wrestle with the bedclothes. 
Browser tabs at 4 a.m.: Visit Moscow,
Bicycle repair tips, mummies, pharaohs.  
I heard they took their brains out through their nose. 

I’d love to take mine out and set it on a stand
Beside the bed to get some sleep, as planned,
Instead of staring at this pane of glass in my hand.