the numbers glow in the darkness
I can see them through half closed eyes
and they hardly move as slowly as the hours.
sleeplessness, there is no peaceful slumber
the synapses fire, he snores
I watch the numbers change on the clock
until my eyelids droop for a moment,
only to open again and notice that the numbers
have barely changed.
just get it over with, this night that offers
no respite, just the static electricity of a
too active brain busy doing nothing productive.
staying awake is not productive and when
the alarm goes off at 5:55 am, my eyes
finally closed will open so reluctantly
the dog licks my feet and waits impatiently
for me to get up to join her.