Night

Night.

My friend, and yet my enemy.

Always watching,

Always waiting.

For that time when I slip

Into consciousness

Night night

Sleep tight

Please don't let the bed bugs bite

But if you see them on the wall

Scrape them off and eat them all!

(Just Sir Timothy's Mommy again .... with an alternate ending to the above poem)

Night night

Sleep tight

Went to sleep high as a kite

Woke and saw bugs on the wall

It must have been the alcohol!