I wake from a deep dream and need a wee No need to look at my clock it’s probably just past three I think about whether to go The floorboards will creak if I tiptoe past your room The noise of my wee might make you want to wee Then it might overflow in your nappy And wake you up. If you wake now you might not go back to sleep I wait a bit longer, I’m not sure what for I still don’t move Now It’s probably nearly four Two more hours and you’ll start to stir My mind starts to stir A mash up of thoughts and ideas Leaving a blur And I still need a wee. If I leave it any longer It’ll start to get light Then I may as well wave goodbye to the night Five is danger zone If you wake then you’ll insist on not being alone I could have been there and back by now It takes less than a minute Tick tick tock I want the clock to stop I still don’t get up And I still need a wee. I’ve never really procrastinated before But now it seems I do but only between the hours Of three and four At last I get up I do my best not to make a noise I’m there and back in record time The relief heavy as my pillow engulfes my head Feeling the safety of my bed I hear you cough and snuffle about I lie still and try not to breathe That’s not going to help Then no sound Back in the safe zone No need to look at my phone To check the time Comforted by knowing the next couple of hours Are hopefully just mine.
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