2 o’clock in the morning

 

2 o’clock in the morning

Everything sleeps.

It is just me and this computer on my lap.

Letter f is jammed. I need to hit it hard,

My bloodstream buzzes soothingly in my ears.

The old clock ticks.

It always does.

And then the sounds of

computers, fridges, washing machines.

They never sleep either.

Somebody’s sewing machine.

And then, the growling,

deep and,ominous.

Fighting against the demons of his past,

the neighbour’s dog, telling the world,

to leave him alone, once and for all.

To let him rest.

GloPoWriMo Day 9