It's a game I play within my head
I talk to myself when I'm in bed
I recap all of today's events
Try to decide if they make any sense.
I consider tomorrow and what it's about
What I'm doing inside and out
Organised now I fluff up my pillow
Settle down, see the curtains billow.
Too warm to close them, I close my eyes
Wriggle my toes, whisper bye byes
Set off to dream of pleasantries and fame
An all-conquering heroine, a famous name.
I hear an alarm, it stops, a yapping dog too
Head under the covers, I now need the loo
On my back, then left, run onto my right
My foot itches, I can see the street light.
I sigh, sit up, contemplate going downstairs
To watch TV, read, eat my chocolate eclairs
It's no good, I can't sleep, I wake my hubby up because
I need company. My excuse? It's because he snores!
GEORGE CARRICK, Cramlington.