Reader's poem.

Sleep Talking

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.