When I was little
I would pretend to be asleep
So my parents could believe
They didn't need to worry
And I'd wait until they'd walk down the stairs
And I'd tip toe out of bed
And sit at the top of the stairs
My head leaned against the wall
Listening to the laughter below
Imagining ball gowns
And glasses filled with bubbly drinks

So why can't I fall asleep?
Because the night has also held too many secrets
For a curious child
Who loves to dream