After almost a month I managed to get upstairs and go to bed last night. I knew it would be difficult sleeping after a month on my own. I didn’t realise how pointy elbows are, or how legs have sharp knees! So I wrote this little poem… !

Sleep, I need it

But elbows get in the way

Digging in my ribs

And back

Turning night into day.

What I mean is

I just have to say

That when you’ve

Spent a month alone

Sharing a bed again

Is full of elbows

And knees….

Sharp and pointy

Keeping me awake

Till dawn.

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