The cat slips by
a floorboard squeaks...
time moves at a glacial pace.
The pillow's hot with sweat,
midnight fears
and 2 am resentments.
Thoughts don't dance,
they stomp through my head
like some rowdy upstairs neighbor.
Dawn trickles through the window
weaving its ways between the curtains...
Now the eyelids get heavy.
Insomnia.