Me: Time to sleep.
Anxiety: Time for my one man show!
It's 3:30am,
and I am wide awake,
reading Ray Bradbury
by candlelight.
I had to do something
to take my mind off my mind
and my third eye off of her.
This house makes sounds
like someone is coming
up the stairs to murder me,
and I doubt Darrell locked the door,
because rich people
don't fear anything
except a seizure while driving.