Creak! Screamed my bedroom door, Done with the day and ready to pour - My body at solace Of a feathery blanket, All cozy and lazy like me. I turned on my aircon, Which sings me a Silent lullaby, That travels through The air, to reach my ear. My fingers search for the Light switch, To turn off the tungsten Back to its den. Because, it's that time Of the day, the night. I Caress the cloud like pillow Against my head, That holds me well Than anyone - I dwell with. My pupils slowly contract, Ready to release - Any thought that quite bothers me. As my dream pines For me, To lurk into them - And remain at peace for once, For, All that sleep touches, it mends well. Good night.