Insomni- omni-omnia.

I lie in bed and hear the creaking,

as the tired old beams settle for the night.

Weary, yet restless, I cannot sleep.

I slide from my bed and open the windows.

The night clutches at my skin.

I see half a moon and millions of stars.

Nothing moves, the air is still.

I think I can smell the river.

I feel I am out of synch, like a badly dubbed film.

Thoughts refuse to form in my brain, so I stand and wait,

For Dawn's pink fingers to grasp the sky.