Prompt Twenty-four

Thoughts tumble through my head

As snores whisper softly in the night

I itch to make myself useful

But fear waking anyone up

Pacing silent, I listen to the house hum

Noticing background noises without laughter

It’s an eerie kind of peaceful

Despite the plans that had been made

I focused on the goal of staying awake

But time has come for a quick rest

Before my busy day starts without me

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