Time ticks by.
Music drones on.
My mind tumbles and turns,
While the rest of the house sleeps.

I hear a clink,
A ting,
And a bang.
The furnace comes to life,
And the gears keep turning.
Sleep seems so distant,
Yet I'm nearly unconscious.

I doodle.
I write.
I lay motionless.
Just waiting.

The sounds all cease.
The furnace slowly dies.
My mind finally seems at peace,
As the music  lulls me to close my eyes.