I could dash and
Twiddle my thumbs
Until the night
Runs out and
Dawn climbs fresh into the sky; but instead
I go to bed on-time.
I finger comb my hair.
I wait to see if the cat is asleep yet or not
Then I dream very strange dreams
That consume me for the first five minutes
Of my waking, until I wake up
With caffeine and my morning medicine
Taken on an empty stomach.
Woohoo.
Now, I don’t remember a thing.
It can’t hurt me.
Childhood chilly willies and sleep paralysis
Demons that creep in the night and
Hold my hand in the bed wall crack
I rather not think about it.
I don’t have a nightlight.
