I thought I

would be sleeping at this hour.

I thought I

at least had that in me.

Why am I awake?

What am I doing here?

Why am I awake?

Why am I here?

I thought I

would be sleeping.

Why can't I

go back to sleep?

I lay here

in my cozy bed

my mind far away

and

definitely not asleep.

Why does it go

and do so many things?

Wandering the towns

of the other sleepers here.

Visiting the lands

of things that I hold dear.

And when I find

something I want to fear

I run and scream

and run and scream

and never go to bed.