Indefinite time.  No true place.
Simple absence of mind paints a beautiful black
For my eyes to see
From behind closed lids.
The nothingness blesses me
With no worries,
No fears.
Simple being.

Five Fourty-Five.  I’m in my bed.
Something screams.
Where is it.
Reach above my head.
Where is it.
Feel something,
Cold, synthetic.
Hit a switch,
Silence.
I close my eyes once more.

Five Fourty-Nine.  I’m in my bed.
Screams again.
It's still there.
Reach above my head.
It's still there.
Feel something,
Cold, synthetic.
Hit a switch,
Silence.
I close my eyes once more.

It’s Six Ten.  I’m in my bed.
My mother taps my shoulder.
Wake up,
She says.
I don't want to:
I've been screamed at
This morning,
It's quieter in the dark.
I don't respond.
She persists.
She knows the game
So she continues.
She won't let me
Stay.
She needs me
With her.

Six Twenty.  I’m out of my bed.