Mouse in a Bed

A full string orchestra.

                        Horse hairs and resin, we dance.

            We dance like Jesus walks on water, floating.

We’re coming home, flowers in bloom,

                        May we finally forget about the doom

            (I) put US through?

A doating man I dream to be.

Orchestrated, unoriented, we step on each other’s toes sometimes.

We dance like no one’s listening to our sweet nothing,

                                                As we forget about it all, the past, the world, the delicate balance of flowers and the bugs.

But that’s the way I dreamt it to be today.

Melancholy, I wake up with the chills again and the view of

            A half-empty closet. Your favorite cereal still sits in the cupboard.

                        THeRe is a liTTle mouse in the BED. Scared.

This is the story of my life.

Introduction, Rising Action, Climax, and the Resolution and I don’t know if I am

The heroine or villain in my story.

Maybe I am still just dreaming.

                                                Nope.

                                                For I, am an insomniac.