All through the house
All was night
And all was
so silent, I
Could hear mum's
movement through
the blackened air in the
other room
My heavy head dropped
Like a sigh
Into the mercy of
my pillow. I
Slept one solid block
From 11:00 till 5:00
And I dreamt of
fictionalised
Fragments, turning more thought-
like. consciousness is one strange
Blend of raw
psychedelic haze
And through my bleary head, a beeping
Blurred. A night of checking the time
And mumbling through sleep
I found that I
Was waking up.
