Eyes feel heavy
Lids weigh tonnes
Counting sheep by the dozens
Pillows not soft
Beds not warm
Quilt lies rigid
Curtains not drawn
Of course at first when I layed down
It was for the purpose of sleep
Yet it has not come to take me
So at midnight I'll a creep
Make my way to kitchen
For a late night snack
Open up the Milk
Take a swig from the carton, then put it straight back.
Creep back quite slowly,
licking my lips
I do love a good midnight milk trip
Treading careful over creaky floorboards beneath
After all I don't want to reveal that
I'm the milk thief
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 11:55 PM UTC
Eyes feel heavy
Lids weigh tonnes
Counting sheep by the dozens
Pillows not soft
Beds not warm
Quilt lies rigid
Curtains not drawn
Of course at first when I layed down
It was for the purpose of sleep
Yet it has not come to take me
So at midnight I'll a creep
Make my way to kitchen
For a late night snack
Open up the Milk
Take a swig from the carton, then put it straight back.
Creep back quite slowly,
licking my lips
I do love a good midnight milk trip
Treading careful over creaky floorboards beneath
After all I don't want to reveal that
I'm the milk thief
Written on 01/05/13 by Josh Morter ©
Another night of failing to sleep, atleast I found something worthwhile to do with these forgotten hours