I'm kept awake by the shadows of men.
They dance in the walls to the sound of the rain on my windowsill.
They crawl into my bed and hold me as I sleep.

These phantoms I cannot abide.

I fell their warm cheek against mine as I sleep, but wake to find no one there.
I reach out across my pillow, but nothing returns my approach. There is no one there.

And so I wrap myself up in my blanket again and try to catch some sleep.