my left cheek is sliding across a pool of drool
on my flannel pillow with the Little Mermaid
design, Karen's dry cheeks used to be there.
gross, no wonder I can't sleep, I turn over the
pillow and my right cheek is soon sliding
over a pool of drool, gross, I get up and grab
the box of Kleenex, it's empty, my nose is
rubbed raw, I'll wake up Stephen, no, then
the dog will wake up and want me to feed her,
no mind it's 2 a.m. and she has to wait
4 more hours. Nyquil, why have you
forsaken me?
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