Alone on my bed I Iay,
Warm in red and grey pyjamas as the Rock rasped away.
The red sheets gently licked and lapped my cheeks –
Yes, I’m sure I can stay like this for weeks.

Like a numbed mind sharply stung by *****,
Quickly I entered sleep’s secret symposium.
Most of it was a soft, misty haze.
I sought peace and bliss in its chaotic maze.

But, of all, one dream definitely stood out,
Making me jump, scream and shout.
A boy opened a jar of bees that swarmed at me,
Drowning out the preceding dream’s swollen glee.

The bees chased me through the hallway –
I remember forgetting to pray.
I dived into my parents’ bed –
The Rock continued to rasp whilst the Old Bull wiped my forehead.

You cowards! Why do you torment in teams?
Who gave you passage into the sweet sanctuary of my dreams?