I Can't Sleep.

I had plans for tomorrow.

Or at least I did.

But, my night time friends demand that I come out and play.

I lie still.

I don’t make a move.

I don’t make a sound.

But, my mind does jumping jacks.

It performs a Broadway show, directed by an obsessive pyromaniac,

titled, “Top ten worst mistakes you have ever made.”

But, then I realised that I had bigger problems.

Because, now I need the toilet, and that’s going to be a whole thing.

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Something inside me tells me that my suit hanging up is a predator.

That my posters are alive, and looking at me.

I wonder if a giant is lurking outside my window,

ready to reach in and grab me from my bed.

I reach for my phone, and scientists roll their eyes.

But, I bathe myself in a blue light that shields me from the monsters.

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Eventually, though, I have to switch it off, and the night is waiting for me.

I scrunch my eyes closed, and hope these thoughts won’t follow me into my dreams,

and if they do, I hope they stay in my dreams.

Please, don’t let them escape into reality.

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But, what am I thinking?

Thinking about dreams, when it is getting lighter,

and the birds believe they are coaxing me awake.

I think of the mornings that I’ll never see.

I’m like a vampire, without the upside of immortality.

But the next thing I know, I’m awake.

I guess good things come to those who wait.