The body is weary but the mind is active

3.30am is no time to be suddenly wide awake

Thoughts tumbling in the dead of the night

Eyes open or closed its all the same

Sleep has abandoned me for this night

Refusing to come back like an absconded child 

Rejecting my pleas and ignoring my resting poses

I succumb to the pull of consciousness

Dressing in the dark is a real challenge

No way to verify if my clean underwear is inside out

Feeling my way through the hallway

Trying to remember where the furniture is

Rooms become infinitely big when unseen

Furniture senses me near and deliberately blocks my path

Bruised shins serve as my proximity sensors

Fumbling for the kitchen light switch

At last I find the devilish thing hiding higher up the wall than usual

An explosion of bright light almost blinds me

I squint intensely while making a cup of tea

Telling myself I must fit a dimmer to this kitchen light

It has enough lumens to serve a small town

Sunglasses are donned to ease the squinting

Hot tea tastes so good as the warm liquid is ingested

The warmth gently wakes my dozing stomach

My mind and body are now both officially deemed awake

I make my way to the desk to rudely wake up my laptop

Catching a brief glimpse of my reflection in a mirror

Images of a hung over aging rock star spring to mind

Sporting nocturnal sunglasses and wearing odd socks 

Yes my underwear is on inside out

The T-shirt is on backwards to complete the crazy outfit

I consider going back to bed to count sheep

I calculate my speed of counting

By 7am I could reach well beyond 50,000 sheep

That is a huge flock to be wandering through the pastures of my mind

A bevy of barking sheepdogs will be required to herd them

The sheep and dogs would make so much noise that I could never sleep anyway

I decide to keep the hungover aging rockstar look until dawn

If a burglar broke in right now he would surely be terrified by my image