. In the early hours when the moon holds sway, Nestling under warm duvets, unable to find sweet, sweet Sleep – that elusive bed companion more fickle than a spoilt child Obstinate, refusing to play nice. Slipping away even as I lunge to grab-hold Mocking my futile dream-scapes, taunting me with visions of Nocturnal slumber,...
Someone switch my brain off, please by Kim
