My eyes close,
I turn my back on day
And face the night,
I stretch out my toes,
Trying to find sleep,
Keep going, wriggle them,
Stop –
A crease,
I rub my sleepy eyes,
They moan back in surprise
And try to close again,
I pull them open,
Drag my self up
And begin to sort out –
The crease,
Put one foot in front
Then the other,
Smooth out the sheet,
Until I find
That bloody annoyance.
The disturber of calmness –
The crease,
I grab the corners of the sheet,
Pull them tight,
Smooth them out,
Fall back onto my soft bed…
Ready to close my eyes,
Then I see -
The crease.
I sigh and sleep with my duvet curled up on the floor.
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