Blinding headache
Gate crasher, petulant acquaintance
A fan of non-descript size continually chatters its annoyance
                          Quiet please
            The air is moving no longer stale-breathe slowly
                          Thank-you
            Trapped in my head no means of escape-exasperation
                          Inertia my champion
            Merry beams of light peak uninvited through treasonous blinds
                          Curtains would be more prudent
Overstuffed pillows cradle like a tender lover
But somehow more welcome.....right now
"Fickle, fickle"
Bedside photos concur in unison
A mothers voice rings true
Not now!
       Sleep elusive sleep
          Fruitlessly chasing white rabbits
             Who, What, Where, When, and Why?
                 Fly away pompous browbeater!
       I click my heels together a lack of slippers moderately discouraging
Oh, no! Did I take one or two.....diplomatically oblivious.

© 2006, Julie Bristow