With every passing second

And racing of the clock

I take a quick leak at the back of the house.

Into my bed, I jump once again.

I’m so tired of counting sheep;

And every passing look is caught by abstract images

Scaring me into an eye shut.

Left turn to

Right turn into

The warmth of my own perspiration.

Like the blow to the soft spot of Goliath,

I take a hit from nothingness.

Next thing I realise, are my eyes

Plagued by a bright light.

It was night two seconds ago.

Where am I now?