Thank you, no, I didn't sleep well. You woke me with your kitchen foray, Then the boy with his dream. I nearly drifted off, But my pajamas got twisted. The fan got a squeak. I got a drink of water Then up again to pee. The air was too still, The moon too bright, The mattress hard, The pillow my enemy. And then there was the ghost, Tapping ever so lightly at the window. I opened my eyes to look, And have hardly blinked since. I'd gladly welcome back all those Other things, if to forget the one. If only. If only.