Beds move

Beds move

In a frenzy of night terrors

Restless legs

Kicking out in a blind

Sitting up

With a cough

A truth can erupt

Like vomit

Once out

It can never be recovered

People get hurt

That way.

Sleeping with a loved one

Is dangerous

Alone, it is forlorn

Lying on the edge

Of despair

An upper bunk

In a prison cell

Afraid to roll over.

The cold spot

Is a black hole.

When you get up

Your head is on back to front

Reverse engineered

Walking backwards

To the kitchen

Falling over yourself

Coming the other way

Not synchronous,

Timing is not all there is

You were never there.

Dreams are realistic

It is easy to believe

In magic

When you wake up

Outside

Naked

Stretched out on the grass

Under the stars

In the rain

Wondering

How you got there

When there were

So many obstacles

Between

Here and there

And you didn’t even

Stub a toe

But fell over in the shower

Fully awake.

How rude.