sometimes when I fall asleep midday, I light a candle.
when I awake for moments in between,
it is still flickering around me
on the dark walls of my room,
long after the sun has decided to take its coat.

it is a silent guard,
and my mother  will always come up and remind me
that it is dangerous to have such guards,
and she'll blow air quickly, tsking the smoke as it hits the ceiling