Lying in bed,
A mattress on the floor.
No sheets, but a beer in hand.
The darkness doesn't phase me,
The clock on the wall still blinks from last week's storm. I won't reset it.
I don't want to know what time it is. I don't care.
No sounds arise but the breath of a sweet old dog in the corner.
At least I'm not alone,
And she doesn't care how many beers I've had.