Light flickered so faintly
I almost thought I merely
blinked.

But my eyes, I'm sure, were open; pouring over pages scratched in
ink.

Crazed and dazed evidence from days I've gone too long without
sleep,

There are no reasons to explain this presence foreign; none at all of which I can
think.

Clearly, I've failed enough to do rightly, that now I'm met with punishment by a
ghost.

The cup slid so subtly
I could have missed it easily, except that I
don't.

For it was already so near to the edge that it fell and
broke.

Glass shattered so sharply, I know I felt it cut me,

And with a sting in my ears, it was then that I
woke.