the night was still young, I was lucid and I had it all planned, we were still catching up, and we ate, drank and laughed, and we both ignored the bogeyman unnoticeably –how civil!– creeping around, chewing off the air’s big chunks of a b-movie’s sensual, horror plot waiting to unravel, while I was mustering the courage, to sit closer and lean over to you, to reach the end of the barrel– but amid indecisive sighs, when I opened my eyes, I saw the alarm clock’s digits, alas, flashing at me ‘7 30’, commanding me Rise! ah the knackering, dream-twist realisation– exhausted and robbed off of another night’s anticipation, I dragged my self-harming shadow under the cold running shower, and for the sake of monsters, I snoozed again my desire
