My mind is treacherous,
I am awake as you sleep in the next room,
I can hear the crinkle of the sleeping bag,
As you shift on the floor,
Making room for my cat to sleep by your knees.
I know that I fall asleep,
Because I dream,
Active dreams that are hard to wake from,
About falling and running and leaving;
Childhood nightmares appear,
I awaken tired and sore-eyed.
I’m used to being alone in my home,
No one to disturb me,
Leaving me to snore and sigh,
The gingerly pitter-pat of my mind,
And the blissful sleep of solitude.