3:56 a.m.

'

Thinking lyrical thoughts

In the middle of the

Night while the

Sandman takes his

Time

'

A lone lit window in

A sea of darkness,

Sleeping slumbering souls

Oblivious to

All the world

'

Head as cobwebby as

The afternoon's spring-cleaning

– Where have the words gone?

'

The alarm clock, murmuring

Faithfully along. Loud

In all this quietude

Susan, rolling over in her

Sleep

'

Windowpanes cool

To the touch,

Cold tarmac below frozen

In orange streetlight

Even the construction site snoozes

'

Words stumble, clumsy across

The page, and relief is

Slow to come

'

The night drags on.

'

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A/N: -laughs- Really need to readjust my biological clock.