It is 2.13am,
I am thinking of your face
As you watched me eating a ‘mild’ curry.
That laughter is bliss
My heart begins to fizz.

It is 3.27am,
I’m imagining a million bugs
Devouring me as I sleep.
The crunch of their teeth
Whilst I disappear beneath.

It is 6.21am,
What’s the best flavour of ice cream?
Who would be the coolest dinner guest?
What’s 2343 plus 5885?
What does it mean to be alive?

The sun is coming up
And I finally turn off my brain
And turn to the wall.
Alarm goes off right then
And I must face real life again.

(I’m so tired)