Sorry if there is a delay in responses. Sometimes life gets in the way. As John Lennon said, life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans.
You toss and turn, eyes shut tight,
but sleep won’t come,
it’s as elusive as the big lottery win
that you would dream off,
if you could ever get to sleep.
As you try and switch off your mind,
you remember that embarrassing incident
in that burger joint years ago,
when you shook the ketchup bottle
and the lid flew off,
red sauce splattering everywhere,
the chaos was like a
scene from a horror film.
You recall that that you need to apply
for your new passport by the end of the month,
and that the dog is at the vets next week,
and did you lock the car?
Yes, of course you did.
Stop it, relax, go to sleep.
What about the back door?
You didn’t even have the back door open
this evening. Of course it’s locked.
Ah, so it’s the front door that you’ve left unlocked.
Anyone could just walk in.
And what is that noise?
Swearing and grumbling in the darkness,
you flop the pillow over,
savouring the cool side,
trying to get as comfortable as you can,
slowing your breathing.
Finally, you hear sleep whisper in your ear,
feel her breath on your cheek,
and then you’re away….
You sit up suddenly seconds later
as the morning alarm goes off
like a police car siren.
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Author:
Tom Dylan (
Online) - Published: September 23rd, 2025 05:52
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All those things that go through the mind after one lays down. Then there is the reticence to get back up to check anything and the grinding irritation that comes with laying there not being able to let it go. Well written and identifiable
Thanks a lot, Soren. Really appreciate your comments. Cheers, Tom.
Yeh...last night... can't stand another night like that...Forget the sauce (was HP actually) check: don't need the passport now ... ain't got a dog (couldn't find one).. shouldn't have any trouble... Only got one front door - had to check - locked ....two am it must a been.....Yeh woke at six, no need of an alarm..Tom, believe me, you ain't the only one....
Yeah, horrible, innit? And yeah, when I was young I covered half the restaurant in ketchup! So embarrassing! Thanks for your comments, mate. Really appreciated.
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