April 11, 2019, 1:47am
A poem for those who know what I’m talking about.
Refrigerator light illuminates
My face and the food inside
As I eat a stick of cheese I found in the door
Washed down with flavored creamer I drink straight from the container
And I wonder why I’m not asleep
I wonder why I’m awake
I think about how I am already stressed about going into work tomorrow, or is it today, and the hardships and stress it may bring
Sometimes when you want to sleep, you can’t
Sometimes it is comforting to be awake at 1:47am in your bed and hearing the rustling outside
Of trash or people or people made of garbage and feel gratitude for having a nice bed and a window to open or close depending on the temperature
If they decide to jack the heat up that night
But sometimes the comfort is brought to you by a little bit of cheese and some flavored coffee creamer
About the Creator
Tara Trate
a hotel guest, a part time ghost.
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