Parallel to the floor,
All five foot nine of me…at full stretch,
In quilted fabric and pocket sprung suspension.
A good nights sleep shouldn’t be hard to find,
You might think!
Thirty minutes since first reposing,
Staring at the ceiling,
Frustrated by the rhythmic breathing alongside.
Wondering, “why did I bother doing my 10,000 steps today?
Shouldn’t I be tired, sleepy, nope wide-eyed, again ffs….”
The on-street lighting shining dully,
Invading through the side panel of our bay window,
Casting the windows shape obliquely on the bedroom wall.
Visible are the slatted shadows of the newly fitted Venetian blinds,
Made possible by the rhythmic ones dislike of curtains.
Just drifting off when moving lights slide across my wall,
Neighbours returning home in their car.
Where are they coming from so late?
Maybe it’s just one of the couple,
Returning from a night of passion with a lover!
Home with the flame of passion still burning between their legs,
Dreading facing the cheated-on partner.
The questions, the accusations, the denials, the cowardly lies,
Voice levels rising as the children jolt awake, crying unknowing why,
Tempers rising, physicality escalating, crockery smashing.
More lights slide across my wall,
As emergency vehicles arrive at speed.
Blue, red, orange and white lights exploding in the dark.
My bedroom is like a disco ball, oh Christ….
I hear another Ambulance, no….just the morning alarm…..