Quietly the peaceful night turns into a dark haze
The limp blind stays quiet
The room ghosts are still
Spirits are silent
The hot body
Sweats on the crumpled bed sheets
Droplets form on the face
Desperate for sleep
Twist and turn
Night dreams. Night terrors
Drag sleep from weary eyes
Sliver of moonbeam
Add a surreal reality
To a woken, fatigued body
Facing the grey whiteness of the ceiling
Reflections are vivid
Toes curling in the twisted sheets
Wishing for a different time.
The water in the mind crashes against the skull
Pain, tiredness, dreary
Sun starts to streak through the window
Damp feet on the floor
Feels for glasses
Faces the day
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